My heart is broken although it does not bleed My soul is shaken no longer part of me I pray upon death and even satan, but I am sadly still here This aching feeling of dread I fear You cut me slowly, but it does not hurt I am numb to the pain you cause I am no longer whole, but I am slowly repairing The pieces slowly and painfully come together Until the time that you leave too and it all comes apart again I cry, but my tears do not show And when I smile it does not reach my eyes But I am still alive, forcing myself day by day to wake up I can stand on my own as long as I get the room to grow But instead I am slowly sinking, slowly drowning in my own dread I am always pushed aside, I might as well be dead I lay in the dark hours upon hours a night, staring up at the ceiling Wondering why I am alive, the scars I then stare at But who really cares, I'm like the walking dead Always here or there, but never fully in view Am I really me or am I not really true True to myself, it does not matter as long as I am true to you I am all you could ask for in a friend Someone willing to listen, someone willing to help But its not what lies on the surface, but underneath that scares you off I pray every night that thing may change, but they do not so I am left alone
SuperGurl999 · Sun Jun 17, 2012 @ 09:50am · 0 Comments |