I worry about things, and they make me cry. There are those days when I keep saying, why? I blame it on myself, for all that pain. When I got confused and picked the wrong lane. Poems I write, may mean no shit to you, but to me.. They're my handkerchiefs. I wipe my tears on them. They're my forever warm hugs. I embrace myself with them. They're my silent cries. When I can't shout. They're are my thoughts. When I can't speak. They're my anti depressants. When nothing else works the magic. They're my suicidal thoughts. Now this may sound tragic. They're my foundation. Something I remain intact upon. They're my friends. They listen to my pain. They're my mindless mumbles. When all else is in vain. They're my painful pleas. Whenever you want to sneak a peek inside my world. Disclaimer: I write poems, not to make them rhyme or sound pretty. I like them raw with my OWN emotions. What I feel, I write. That's exactly how I got into this.
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