
I've been having some real rough spots in my life. But why should anyone really care.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Hurt/Comfort - Words: 366 - Published: 02-03-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2888162
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Inner emotion
I cannot contain
They flow so gently
As the tears on my face
Concentration impossible
Realization too strong
I can no longer find the strength
To keep holding on
I'm slowly breaking down
Emotion to emotion
And I can't seem to bear
Whatever it was
That shattered inside
I know for a fact
I overcomplicate
Overreact
I simply can't help it
It's the way I was born
With emotions to strong
For this one heart to bear
The warm water runs
From my eyes to my chin
Can no one forgive
This one who has sinned
Overdramatized
Over thought
I stress over the little things
My brain has sought
I'm foolish and young
But we all start out as one
I'm tired and restless
Somehow can't help this
I'm through with the torment
I just want to rest
Forget of this story
As it is told and
Quiet pointless
I'm done with attempting
For I know now
That is hopeless
I've tried myself out
Of attempts to reprieve
Mistakes I have made
Ignore them
My tears
As they will soon wash a way
Though my skin may appear dry
It is my heart this is still soiled
But don't fret
My dear readers
For if I did not
Come to write this all out
Who know what would came
To become of this poor author
Wet along her checks
Who's pulled by emotions
Too strong to keep
I write this all down
So I can see it before me
To see what has become
Of this childish writer
How has it come all
All the way down to this
I cannot say
For it's a time filled moment
I struggle to keep on
To keep down this torment
I'm going to be fine
So turn away your heads
I'll be fine so long
As I'm not left alone
Who knows what would happen
If I was left alone
In an empty house
With nothing but horrors
That lie far too deep
What horrors could do
To one so pleasant mind
Horrors of such
And then this is goodbye
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