My days have become longer, darker even.
The cold makes me shiver as it pierces my skin.
Half my life I lived with a burden I was sadly given.
In a stormy night, I walked with a jacket so thin.
In the pink of heaven, who knew what I had?
Everyone has problems, mine is just mild.
I feel the silver tear drop falling, or have I gone have mad?
My emotions that I piled have now become wild.
The walls that I once built , are crumbling down.
What has happened to the courage I’d once found?
‘Cause now my makeup is ruined, I’m a useless clown.
Close your ears, my cries have become that deafening sound.
I know I really shouldn’t, but giving up’s for the best.
Crying over, the beating burden that hides in my chest.
YOU ARE READING
My Heart.
PoetryVery emotional collection for me. I've known that I've had Rheumatic Heart Disease since i was eight. I'm looking for no sympathy.I never realised what I was living with, till now