When I tell you I am tired,
I do not mean physically.
I mean my body aches from fighting
My demons have been screaming
And I am so tired of being here,
Of fighting a war I haven't won.
When I tell you I am fine,
I do not mean I am fine.
At least not in your definition.
I am fighting a battle inside this body
That rages on through good and bad days, bringing me endless pain.
I am hurting, and I need you.
When I say you can go,
I do not mean leave me.
I mean I cannot ask you to stay
I have asked so many to stay,
Only to watch them leave anyways.
I want you to stay, but you must make that choice.
When I say I love you,
I mean it with all my heart.
Love is such a rare feeling
Inside this broken cage of a body.
You show me feelings I never possessed
And I love you more than anything.
When I say I'm sorry,
I mean it so truly.
I'm sorry for all of my bad days.
For the days and moments ruined
By these voices in my head.
I'm sorry that I burden you each day.
When I say thank you,
I want to truly thank you.
For all of the patience you've shown
For every late night,
Every phone call when I was breaking.
I can't think of enough ways to thank you.
Please know what I say,
And what I mean,
Can be such different beasts.
But I do mean some things.
Even within this chaotic mind,
And traitorous body.
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Forever Writing
PoesíaForever writing poems for those who will never give them even a glance. •••••• Hello! This is my second poetry collection. All of the works are my own and the topics are varied across many experiences and thoughts in my mind. If you haven't yet, go...
