And she thinks I wouldn't understand,
When I can count her miseries -
On one hand.
And Know them like the lines on my own,
Which I have traced over and over-
Until the hurt's all gone,
Until the Pain's left me alone.
And she thinks I exaggerate,
When the blood has already filled both my hands
And drips down the cracks-
Which I wipe again and again,
Hiding- till Everyone's gone
Till I wash it all away in solitude.
And she doesn't know how to pull out of the chasm
But I am here, and always will be
For I know I can take it all,
Cuz It's not acceptable for me
To see her broken in life.
A. A. N
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What They Don't Know
PoetryIllness, health issues (physical or mental).. There are so many of us suffering. Searching for light in the dark. Support and love. Help and Hope. Words have the power to heal... I want to be healed. This is my venture. Can you relate ?
