The anger swells within me
The world doesn't see my heart.
Why care if I am gonna get this?
Why care if I am gonna get this?
The tears stream fucking constantly am I a catastrophe?
Do I present myself so bitterly?
Don't people know how much I care?
Don't they know that without this I feel alone?!
I choose to get up day by day and yet,
I still don't want to stay!
I hate it here, here in the shadows of fear Oh dear..
He's got me once again, I am screaming within.
DON'T TOUCH ME!!!
My heart is full of barbed wire and you may just expire.
Doesn't the world know that the reason I care,
That I hold your hand
Wipe your tears,
Was because for the longest time,
No one did it for me.
Can't you see that I need this...
My eyes are stained with the blame of my guilt.
It chokes me.
I am unable to convey how much it hurts
I feel worthless.
I don't know if you can save me ..
I don't know if you can save me..
I don't know if you can save...Who..?
It comes screaming back at me
Attack my every fiber in my being.
Am I really nothing to be loved?
No I refuse to believe the lies your succulent lips whisper to me!!!
The next questions remain to be seen..
Will I speak or will I bleed!?
Will my words carry the weight of a THOUSAND BROKEN IMAGES!
Will I LOOK.. In the Ocean of MY eyes and see only pain?
Will I bleed forever?
What will become of me?
(What will become of me?)
Will my words truly heal the broken?
Will the words I have spoken melt the ice that has a grip like a vice on the heart of man?
Will my passion be mistaken for violence?
Will I chaste myself..
Hide myself away back into my shell
will People find me Dramatic.
Am I truly a cinematic picture of what an angel would be?
Maybe I should focus on me?
Would that be selfish?
Why do I give so much time away?
Will the woman screaming to be released from my chest ever be?
Do I pick myself up out of the mud?
Or Bathe in the stench of my sins..
Just call me what I am, I am no Queen, I am but a slut.
Pour me down your throat and feel my pain course through your veins
You have nothing to gain from knowing me; only pain.
I am telling you; I am telling you.
ONLY PAIN.
ONLY PAIN
ONLY PAIN.
You have nothing; to gain from me.
I am being crushed you really think I am bluffing?
I am nothing to be lovin'
End of discussion.
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Spoken Word #2 (2018-2020)
PoetryBook number two on the poems that I have written, and will continue to write. Its really the only thing I know how to do. Sometimes I feel is if its the only thing I know how to do. While I stay silent .. Physical words are so hard to speak, All I...
