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 Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 11:30 pm
Salty hot tears over flow onto
This cracking exterior unable to
Hold back the stress, painful confusion;
Every thing that's gone wrong
This past year has ripped, tugged,
Created unmendable scars.
What do you want?
I can't read you if your petrified
Like stone, open your mouth,
Tell me someting I don't know,
I can't handle your selfish needs -
Struggling to obay will only push me away.
What is it you want from me?
To be there always in anothers time of need,
Only to find myself alone when
The tears flood my lungs;
Be strong for you but never shed a tear
For my own scars that remain unhealed?
What do I look like?
On the outside, you only see a
Strong, thick headed friend
With no pain and plenty of luck.
Rip open my chest and you will find
No more than tears and pain.
What do you want?
I'm a friend, not a crutch.
My help can only go so far,
These scars rip only so much
Before the pain becomes deadly.
Handle me with care.
PS: I know this poem is not very smooth in some parts, keep in mind this is a rough draft.
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 1:49 pm
I find it to be a very good rough draft. The only thing that bothered me is that "obay" is "obey". But it worked well with "away" lol.
I've felt this way before. Great job!
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