Something To Fear
I hide it from you,
And I hide it from them.
I act with a clue,
I act like a gem.
I hide it from you,
And I hide it from them.
I act with a clue,
I act like a gem.
This is so how I feel...trying to not let anyone know but not saying anything. It eats you up inside.
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I lay here crying
asking why me
you must really hate me
god why me...
I will be your crying shoulder hun. My life sucks too. People hate me like what the f**k did I do to deserve this....ya baby girl I feel your pain
I'm depressed.
I'm happy.
Which one is it?
I ask myself each day.
Beautiful poem. You are brave for choosing words instead of the razor. Words could heal, and they could also bridge the broken end where there are scars and hollow soft sobs. I have a close...
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The mask
Can't hide everything.
I stand here smiling at you.
Every morning like one puts on make up I put on the "I'm fine" mask and wear all day. It fools most people. But not yourself. At the end of the day I get to my bed and cry my heart out....
Days go by and I'm still blank.
No expression, no emotion, just numb,
Numb to the pains and the letdowns of each day.
I have love, and I am loved, but it's just not enough.
I know this feeling. Once I turned 11, I couldn't tell what feelings were real and which ones were fake. So when people asked about my feelings, I told them what they wanted to hear. It was a...
I sit here all alone in this dark scary place,
I want to run but it grabs me by the wrist,
its like my shadow and it holding my hand leading me where it wants to take me,
to its dark scary land, ...
My name is Grace and this poem had touched me deeply, because I have experienced the same thing that Leslie had gone through. I feel and carry too much pain ever since I was born. I was born...
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One night, I looked up and saw all of the stars.
Then looked down at my arm from which I bled thick, red tears.
Thinking about how I could have been with you if only I tried.
Why didn't I?...
I am living a life where no one bothers to come and wipe your tears, I am living a life where there are just black mascara lines running down my face and red tears dripping down my hand, I am...
The burning hate,
so severe, everlasting,
the hate you take every day,
that you absorb,
I am very touched by this poem . I have favored it and I will show it to others if asked about depression. Thank you!
she knew exactly what she wanted
and how she'd get it
not trying so hard
just to make it...
this poem explains everything about my life: the good little girl who never goes wrong but then I was sent to boarding school. and there everything changed. I couldn't trust anyone, I know...
"I'm tired," I say,
"That's all."
And in a way, I guess it's true.
In every other way,