All Inside Me

All Inside Me

A Poem by QuietPoet

All Inside Me
I hold things in my heart
Because I just don’t
Trust anyone anymore
I can never open up
And say what I feel
I just feel alone
And no one seems to care
I find myself keeping everything in
I miss her so much, I cry
This is the time of year
That we all gather
And share the love between us
But now that you’ve passed
It just wont be the same..
I keep letting these people in
And all they do is hurt me
I just show I care and they run
I’m just tired of getting treated wrong
My heart is always getting tossed
Like a piece of trash
I deserve so much better
But I just keep running back for more..
Sometimes I feel so alone
Where it just swallows me whole
All I can do is cry
Because I have so much built inside me
I let it go for so long
And when it gets too full
It all comes out at once
No one is around
No one to hold me
No one to see this of me
No one can hear me
I just want to be loved..

© 2009 QuietPoet


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Thats so very honest , we all want to be loved , and you deserve much more .... you are sweet and clever young woman , beautiful , I just wish you can trust once more, and remember that you are never alone ... I like it how you beautifully included your grandmother pass in this , she is part of you :)

Posted 15 Years Ago


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I fully understand, and feel you on this. I have that miss... There's nothing of all the words in use, that can be assembled to make you feel any different. It is built in with that thing called love. In time you will learn to cope with it in a more manageable way. Excellent poetic expression.

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Added on November 27, 2009

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QuietPoet
QuietPoet

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Hello, my is kylie, I havent been on here for a long time, i haven't written in years so bare with me. Reading all my old stuff brings back a lot of memories. I have a husband and twin girls, i would.. more..

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