I wish they would see me
To listen to my breaking voice
Feel my trembling fingers
As I sit here frozen in time
Turning to stone from the core of me
All the way out
In a way I am dying
And I hate it
This feeling
Do others know of it too
Pain
Look into my eyes
I want to say
Find the last shred of hope
I can't by myself
I am blinded by agony
And their golden shadows
That pass by me
Never to look at my pitiful soul
I wanted to be told that
Maybe someone cares
But I only hear hurried footsteps
Cause they refuse to be bothered by me
I hate them
Do they see my broken life
My fake smiles
And dead eyes
Or not
Why shall I only know of golden shadows
Pure black
A resemblance to my heart
Dead like the hope I've lost
Please
See me
Realize I am here
Show me a reason to keep living
Stop me from me playing games with death
Who seems to get closer to winning every time
Tell me that it isn't worth dying
I need those words
I need someone to help me
Before death takes me
I need more than golden shadows.<><><><><><><>
Touch lives, heal souls, mend hearts - H.M
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PoetryMaybe my words will stain the white page and bring emotion out of tears. Maybe the pain will match yours. Part one of my three set: words, pages and sentences