My Truth
So you see these cuts on my wrist And the ones on my thighs Dont let them come to you as a big surprise You saw them coming Because you're also at fault Weren't you the one who said to go take a walk? So here I am speaking the truth How could you turn your back on a person of my youth? You tell me how you had it bad And that I shouldn't be so sad You say I should be grateful But I just end up being hateful I feel like I'm going down Because this world isn't slowing down In my head its dark with slumber And now I think I'm going under Do you know how it feels to be me every single day? You look at me and I try to seem okay We're struggling can't you see? We're trying to be the best we can possibly be But that doesn't matter now Because we're just a few faces there in the crowd So maybe at night when you think about the day and what you've done You'll think of the kids who've go no one So this is it, this is me And I'm here begging on my knees, asking you please Could you ever be fine with Me being me?
2018-07-06 16:00:11
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Минає час, минуло й літо, І тільки сум залишився в мені. Не повернутись вже в дитинство, У радості наповнені, чудові дні. Я пам'ятаю, як не переймалась Та навіть не гадала, що таке життя. Просто ляльками забавлялась, І не боялась небуття. Любити весь цей світ хотіла і літати, Та й так щоб суму і не знати. І насолоджувалась всім, що мала. Мене душа моя не переймала. Лиш мріями своїми я блукала, Чарівна музика кругом лунала. І сонечко світило лиш мені, Навіть коли були похмурі дні. І впало сонце за крайнебо, Настала темрява в душі моїй. І лиш зірки - останній вогник, Світили в океані мрій. Тепер блука душа моя лісами, Де вихід заблокований дивами, Які вбивають лиш мене. Я більш не хочу бачити сумне. Як птах над лабіринтом, Що заплутав шлях, літати. И крилами над горизонтом, Що розкинувсь на віки, махати. Та не боятись небуття, Того що новий день чекає. Лиш знову насолоджуватися життям, Яке дитинство моє знає.
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Question 1?/Вопрос 1?
The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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