See
Lock it up,
Throw away the key,
Take it, take it all,
Bury the last of it in me.
How?! How do people find,
The strength to speak of the pain,
I have to keep buried so deep inside.
How do they dig out of their own grave?
It's eating at me,
Piece by peice I slip away,
But I won't, can't let anyone see,
This thing that will eternally drain,
At my vewry soul it seems,
Not to forget my sanity,
That like everything else,
Loves to leave me.
But I'm ok, right?
Nothing's wrong, is it?
What do I have to do
For you to understand,
That no matter how much I try,
I can't make myself speak!
When I finally crack,
Then will you see?
I'm running, running, running!
As fast as I can,
Running from me.
Can't anyone see!
Please anyone hear through
This silence that engulfs me.
I'm breaking, fading,
Why can't anyone see?
Please, someone, anyone, see.
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Her (and other poems)
PoesiaPoems of mine for you to read, many of them more on the dark side. "A beautiful forgotten view, Haunted dreams of what you never knew, Once soared with laughter through the sky, Now left broken wings that will never fly. Trapped inside this wicked c...
