I'm sorry,
I didn't know I was a problem.
I thought trying was enough.
I guess I was wrong,
as usual.
You don't want to work things out,
you want me to be what you want to see.
And you will continue to see me with that same doubt.
When things are good,
they're great.
But when it's bad,
it's violent.
Screaming words that hurt more than fists.
Go to our rooms and slam the door,
sulking in anger, letting it seep to our core.
I wish things could be better.
Maybe they would be,
if you could see my heart is sore.
YOU ARE READING
Heart And Soul
PoetryThis is all my works combined into one book. Some is about my battle with depression, others are about me trying to help others. Please tell me what you think. All comments are welcome, and my inbox is open.
