I feel like crying.
I just can't,
I have no more fight-
left within me,
to keep on trying.
so I fall
silent.
Nevermind everything
I have done -
for them because-
nothing could
ever please them .
I was always someone
they never needed-
always someone they
Never believed in.
Locked out and shushed,
keeping secrets.
Pretending to be alright
no-one ever taking,
the time to-
help me realise all
my demons. So-
they keep feeding
off my pleadings.
I countine to take
brutal beatings,
until I'm broken
and bleeding.
They laugh at my
tears, I laugh too -
It only hurts if,
I show them. Stay
strong enough for them,
to leave then -
breakdown where no-
one can see.
I disappoint myself
for thinking, Maybe
someone can help
come save me,
or can I save me ?
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Coping
PoetryA collection of poems I've written since I was 7 till now. all the poems I wrote at a younger age have been edited and revised. But I look forward to new ways to improve my poems so please leave comments on what's working and what's not. Thank you...
