Title: Feelings.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A small poem I wrote about the feelings inside.
Disclaimer: I own it all and because it's about me this isn't fiction.
Enjoy the show.
I think I'm still breathing,
I can't really tell,
I guess I stopped screaming,
Along time ago.
The outside is pale,
Easy to deceive,
But inside I failed,
To find relief.
So on come the thoughts,
In search of the words,
A battle I've fought,
Until too much hurts.
When the outside in numb,
And the insides ache,
The cuts have never really stung,
And the smiles are always fake.
I take another breath,
This time shakier than the last,
The pain in my head,
Heads right for my heart.
Too cliché it seems,
To feel this very way,
To talk about broken dreams,
Like teenagers say.
But just because I'm not grown,
Doesn't mean I don't feel,
Sometimes scared or alone,
With no chance to heal.
The control is lost,
The red liquid is warm,
No self-esteem to crush,
No confidence to harm.
I think I'm still breathing,
I can't really tell,
I guess I stopped screaming,
Along time ago.