My Painful Plea

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.