How can you fix what isn't broken?
By listening to what has not been spoken.
You want to help me and make me see,
that love is real and we can be.
I'm not one to write about this,
but if I don't I won't get peace.
Such hurt has happened in a short while,
you say you just want me to smile?
But how can I find joy in this dark place,
when I can't even look in my own face?
I wish I was like you with such passion,
not holding back and living on a ration.
You face you life like you're going to die,
I wish I knew whether this was all just a lie.
You make me feel and I hate you for it,
bringing emotion back calling my bullshit.
I'm going to be honest, just to let you know,
I really am dead inside, it isn't just a show.
You remind me of him, in some bad ways,
you care to much in too few days.
But I am going to give you a chance,
let you inside my mind,
see all the ugliness I have hidden inside.
YOU ARE READING
My Heart-Shaped Box
PoetryThis is a small collection of some random poetry from my life, I believe that in reading a person's writing you can get an insight into the person they truly are, so this is me and I hope you like who I am