21. Unseen, Unheard
Unseen, unheard, my voiceless cries
I tell you I'm fine through honeyed lies
You smile and nod, just what you wanted to hear
You don't really care, that much is clear
Unseen, unheard, my voiceless cries
I tell you I'm fine through honeyed lies
You smile and nod, just what you wanted to hear
You don't really care, that much is clear
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It’s cold and it’s dark,
In this place that I hide,
I’ve built up these walls,
I let no-one inside.
I appreciate the honesty and transparency of this important poem. It is very meaningful to me.
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Imagine an endless darkness
where the air is filled with pain,
where there are endless cries of torture,
where good is always in vain.
I'm living under a shadow,
No shape, no sound, no time.
A black and white silent film
That haunts a troubled mind.
As a child, I recall, I used to think the coolest thing to be,
truly nothing could be more fun than invisibility.
I could sneak up on my sisters and scare them if I chose.
I never knew a broken heart could keep on breaking.
You keep on sending your love, but no one's there to take it.
Rivers of tears keep a steady flow...
But no one's there to know.
This really brought tears to my eyes as I have been dealing with CPS and fighting for my babies for a year and a half. I miss them so much and just wish and pray they would soon be returned...
Untitled - that's me.
I have a name, but it's never used.
I have a mind, but like the rest of me...it's confused
I waited, and you didn't come.
I called, and you didn't answer.
I knocked, but you weren't home.
And I realized that I was alone.
Trust me i know what you a passing through.
Try to be strong dear
My life is falling apart,
Can't get rid of this fragile heart,
Headache from all the tears,
Restless sleep, thinking about fears.
My heart is but an island
Inside this castaway.
Surrounded by the ocean blue,
I hope to sail someday.
A silent tear falls from her eyes
As she falls on her knees and cries
No one can see her pain-filled life
It doesn't show in her hazel eyes
I have a 2 year old son and I'm only 17 and get made fun everyday.. and who is the author of this poem??
I often walk in early morn
engrossed in time's once new.
with thoughts and dreams of things long past,
the carefree days of youth.
After I knew the person you showed the world,
I searched for the person you are.
He was nowhere around
Where was he to be found?
Hurting
Because no one cares at all.
Crying
Because no one hears me call.