![]() Need to Get it Off my ChestA Poem by kayla![]() A poem about issues I really need to get off of my chest.![]() I remember when you left me, and I was scared and lost; so confused and alone, I dug my nails into love, no matter the cost. And I had no idea how to act, how to live, how to feel. I spent so much time living my life "content" and unreal. But when you were gone, when you left me that way, bleeding and drunk and all disarrayed there was no way I could pretend, no way I could act like this never happened, like it was false and not fact. And I walked for months in a fog of insecurity and fear, even though you were miles away in prison I was terrified, still felt like you were near. I couldn't sleep, just laid there, still fully concious and aware, I didn't know how to relax, frozen in a contast state of fear. Every accident or mishap I heard your voice in my mind calling me every dirty name in the book stealing my reality, my peace of mind and now that it's been over a year I'm still not healed. I still feel broken and confused, fearful and unreal. I wonder, I ask questions that I can never answer because I was drunk and blacked out and you're dead from suicide after. And so I'm stuck here with unknowns, with mysteries and thrillers, your dead yet still you're somehow my killer. © 2012 kaylaReviews
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StatsAuthor![]() kaylaLos Angeles, CAAboutBecoming active on this site again! Originally started my account as teenager, but am a young woman now with hopefully still just as much to say. I write mostly poetry (but occasionally short stori.. more..Writing
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