Wednesday, 3 October 2012
All around me people are smiling,
laughing, sharing a joke.
Happy.
I know everyone has secrets,
and pain
in their lives.
But they are alive.
I can see it in their eyes.
Full of life.
Beautiful life.
I used to be happy,
really truly happy.
But something inside me changed.
Like part of my soul had been ripped out
and replaced with hate, and anger,
and fear.
I hated myself. I hated the world.
I didn't want to be in it anymore.
I no longer cared about life, even my friends,
or family.
To this day, I still haven't found the girl I used to be.
I throw a smile on my face
and pretend that I'm okay.
I'm not.
This time last year I tried to end the pain.
I took the pills
and closed my eyes,
hoping I would disappear....
..
..
Its easy for me to cut my skin
but difficult to let you in.
I want to forget but I never will.
The memory is enough
to force the tears
from my eyes.
I'm the girl who's always laughing,
The boy with all the friends.
I wear a cloak of happiness
but my anguish never ends.
You will see me.
I will smile.
You will be content.
That all is fine.
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2 comments:
I love this, a lot! I think it really signifies how deep poetry can be and how it's a form of expression. It's beautiful. :) ~ Ammarah
Thankyou, that was intended. I write poems to express my feelings :)
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