~For a friend.~
I look out the window and what do I see?
The sky breaks open and falls for me.
I look out the window and what do I do?
This chocked sensation will never be through.
Last night
I cried myself to sleep.
Last night
I broke a promise too hard to keep.
'Cause isn't everything better
on the other side?
Isn't everything brighter
in the day time?
Why won't the clouds part?
Why do they shatter my heart?
Where is that rainbow after the rain?
The lost, the past, it's hard to gain.
Can anyone see
this shattered part of me?
Why do I have to hide
what's truly inside?
Why can't I escape this now?
Won't anybody show me how?
I guess it's up to me.
To see what there is to see.
I guess that in the end,
even if it's all pretend,
the curse that cannot be seen,
breaking is up to me.
It's always been up to me.
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Poems of Self Struggles
PoetryAnother collection of poetry from my account on the writer's site, Figment. This collection involves poems about questioning your position in life, thoughts about suicide, realizing your own mortality, caring about what other people think about you...
