Your words are harder than rocks,
Sharper than glass,
As they stab my heart
And bloody my calloused hands
As I desperately try to stop the bleeding.
I've tried to harden my heart
Against the fights,
The emotional carnage,
The feeling of
"Why do I not tell anyone?"
I want to be skinny,
I want to be normal,
I want to be pretty,
I want to be noticed,
I want to walk away from everything...
But I can't tell anyone.
They'll want to save me,
But I'm afraid I can't be saved.
I'm left bleeding alone
Because of my own self-hatred.
I don't tell anyone my secrets
Because I can't even tell myself.
People like the ones I've met
Are why I stay away
And why I don't talk.
Why should I tell them my problems?
My greatest issues?
My burning pain?
My want for help
But my need of being free from embarrassment?
My secrets creep in corners
Around my mind,
Around my heart,
And around my friendships.
I want so badly to tell someone,
To "let it all out".
I want someone to know me so well
That they can know what I'm thinking,
What I'm feeling...
And help me...
Yes,
Help me.
Help me be free from these secrets.
I think I know that person,
But I don't think they want to know that part of me.
For now,
My secrets will just have to remain
Secret.
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A Girl in a Forgetful World
PoetryThis is a collection of all the poetry I have written. Some sadness, some happiness, and a concotion of both. Poetry is my way to vent and let my emotions flow freely. Thanks for checking it out, and I really hope you enjoy what you find! And please...