If you look into my eyes you can see my soul
A story of my past that quietly unfolds
If you look at my eyes you can see my pain
My hearts that's broken and my mind's gone insane
And yet you look at my eyes and you genuinely smile
A gesture I haven't done for a while
And I know you see everything clearly drawn out on my face
Yet you ignore it all and ignore the aura of depression in my space
My soul cries out but my mouth stays silent and won't copy it
You say you want to listen than turn your back like a hypocrite
Im sitting here now trying to fix my own soul with my only medicine
But sometimes even a doctor needs a physician
So I write my feelings out hoping they will leave my soul
For the side affects of my pain couldn't fit in ten thousand scrolls
I wake up everyday and in the mirror I face
A girl who never was me that has stolen my space
If your heart is broken it still can be made whole
But I don't know anyone that can fix a soul
YOU ARE READING
Long poems from a short girl
PoésieThese are my self wrote poems pretty self explanatory and random shit is also hidden in there. Some contain suicidal themes or cover mental health.