Poem #9: Halfway Hollow

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Hey! So, another sad poem.. but this was inspired by the song 'Scars' by Alison Irahaeta. I found it saved in my computer while deleting some old files. I guess I was going through a tough time, as it shows in the writing. Thanks for reading! :)

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I'm this close to breaking

I wanna fall off the edge

But I know, if I go

There's no turning back

Someone, save me

This train's off track

I need to be saved

From reality; my mentality is failing me

A failure

A joke

If being perfect was a currency

Then I'd be broke

I just don't get it

How can someone be everything someone else doesn't need?

My mind plays tricks on me, or so I thought

Lately, they've been getting closer to reality.

It's just a game.

To you, life's just a game.

I don't want to play anymore.

Put down the weapons.

You've won the war.

You understand, of course.

In the eyes of absolutely everyone else

It comes with ease to be myself.

But you don't see

No, you can't see

Inside I'm breaking

I'm halfway hollow

Just a lonely girl with a thriving soul

All that I know

Is that everything everyone ever loves

Eventually goes.

They leave, so they can't see

The pain behind those eyes

They won't have to answer when you ask them why

Why they left you alone in the dark

Crying yourself to sleep with a broken heart

It's a cruel world out there

I envy those who already knew

So I wouldn't have gone out

With an open mind and a likewise heart

I got it stolen, returned; ripped apart.

Unable to heal

No longer able to feel

The smile of a day in love.

Hidden away

No secrets left to say

Although I'm screaming inside

Can't you hear it

Can't you hear me

Or do you just refuse to see

See the pain

See the hurt

See the scars

Of a girl who cried

Who was told so many lies

Now I can't see

Reality's too hard to believe

I refuse to live in it

I know I'll be stuck once I go

And I know

Reality may seem so inviting

But that's where you attain

The characteristic

Of being halfway hollow

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