UNTITLED 1A Poem by ♪The Girl Next Door♪I have no idea what to name this. Maybe after I post part 2 I'll have a better idea, but does anyone have any ideas for a name?Tears won't come out anymore Well I used to cry over every little thing So now it takes something big To make my eyes rain.
I slowly realize that I have never ever told anyone my story before Not because I didn't want to, but because I didn't know it yet.
I didn't want all that attention on my pain. It seems pointless when I here all the stories About abused children and horrid childhoods My pain gets ignored. And I understand why.
But I know it now, that pain that overwhelmes me That hollowness- the emptiness I now sense. My story, I am starting to understand But it's not a pretty one.
I am a writer, I write what I feel deep down inside. That's why my writing is so dark and sad. No one ever wakes up a realizes that secretly, deep down inside they were happier then ever.
There are so many things going through my head I can barely get them down on a page This raw emotion surges through me, If I can just get my hands to stop shaking.
What if I forget my story? I tell myself I'm waiting for you, But the cold truth is that I don't have anyone else who understands To be honest I've never missed you more. I need you here, I'm ready to talk, but you're so far away... © 2012 ♪The Girl Next Door♪Author's Note
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Added on July 6, 2012Last Updated on July 8, 2012 Author♪The Girl Next Door♪In The Highest Room Of The Tallest Tower, COAboutMy name's Makenzie and I'm extremely insane. If I were a super hero my super hero name would either be Captain Procrastination or Sarcastimaster. P.S. also by the way, I'm a confessed crazy cat lady. .. more..Writing
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