~You may be able to close your eyes to thing you don't want to see
But you can't close your heart to things you don't want to feel ~
You ask me what's wrong-
I lie knowing I can't tell you the truth
Because if I tell you what's really
Wrong I'm afraid I’ll start drama
I'm afraid.... I'm afraid of the
Reason so I lie keep it inside
I cry when no one is around
In the mornings I wake up happy
But then I remember that I'm
The only one that feels this
Way and when I hug you
I'm warm but then the
Hug is over and I leave
I get on the bus feeling
Lonely realizing that
You don't feel the same
Then I go home and
Cry and cry tell
I fall asleep Then
I dream
But when
I wake Up
It starts all
Over again and
I lie because
I'm afraid....
I think people on the outside don't really realize what us poets write about....we right about truths, about feelings of the moment...we reach out hoping someone is hearing us through the darkness......each piece and each wording is a calling card really, a way to reach out to whoever is out there listening at the moment.....most of the time when asked what's wrong, what's the first thing we do? We say "nothing" that's the first lie, we fake our smile, we focus on something then we try to draw our mind away from really the true issue, whether it's pain, hurt, loneliness, there is so much...but the one we always lie to first and foremost is ourselves....Thus the reason for writing, that holds our truth and maybe our healing.....I truly love this ink thank you for sharing Broken Girl
that's deep but I know a God who can make you whole you don't have to be broken he put me back together when I was broken so I been there he's your comfort and light in the dark. Jesus is his name he's a friend that sticks closer than a brother he cares when no man does.
This is a very honest poem, and the depth of your insight shows through yet again, also in the description of the piece; beautifully worded and carefully composed... It's always a delight to read your work, thanks.
Hope cupid goes in your favour, my friend.
I think people on the outside don't really realize what us poets write about....we right about truths, about feelings of the moment...we reach out hoping someone is hearing us through the darkness......each piece and each wording is a calling card really, a way to reach out to whoever is out there listening at the moment.....most of the time when asked what's wrong, what's the first thing we do? We say "nothing" that's the first lie, we fake our smile, we focus on something then we try to draw our mind away from really the true issue, whether it's pain, hurt, loneliness, there is so much...but the one we always lie to first and foremost is ourselves....Thus the reason for writing, that holds our truth and maybe our healing.....I truly love this ink thank you for sharing Broken Girl
My name is Stephanie Phillips I am 25 years old I have been writing for nearly seven years I'm a mother of two kids daughter's autistic with apraxia of speech son adhd and I am an autistic woman who .. more..