You are so good at making something out of nothing
Is what my mother always said to me
You are overly dramatic
When you should be charismatic
But Mom, don't you think
That if I could make something out of anything
I would've willed myself to be—
I would've made myself...happy
But Mom, I am not happy
You should be able to clearly see
Or do you choose not to
Acting as if there is nothing you can do
Mom, help me
Mom, This is my plea
Please, don't push me away
Mom, just this once, just today
Please Mom, I am hurting
Stop averting your eyes from me
I just want you to hold me
And tell me everything will be okay
But you just turn from me and say...
Nothing.
YOU ARE READING
Poems from the Hurt
شِعرExcerpts ~~ Numbness creeps into the very veins that refuse to speak for me And yet they still bleed With every puncture Every laceration Everything that is ever forged out of hiding abiding by crippling sensations ~~ Perpetual sadness It hurts And...
