I write words,
Then I delete them,
I say words
No-body heard
In a room
Full of lively people
I don't belong.
And does it sound pretentious
And fake
To say I hate everything about this place?
Including my invisible voice
And my angry face?
Uninviting, spiteful
But scared inside and foolishly hopeful?
Running down lanes in my mind,
Trying to find something worth someone else's time
But I find nothing.
So I write words
And then I delete them;
even if I screamed desperate pleas,
No one would hear it
And my throat kills any hope
That i had - that just maybe
My words would flow like a river,
But they're blocked by the rocks,
Where's my self esteem?
I need her here with me
Or else I'll die way too quick
And quietly
And there are those with fields of money
And daddy's good name
And professionals that they already know,
They've tied their necks with strings of gold
I've got my threadbare lost hope
And I'm terribly jealous that it's so easy
And I hate that about me
Can't I just count my blessings, be happy?
They've get their life laid out,
What rich opportunities
I want it so desperately
And I don't care for lessons
Life is teaching me.
I've learned that you get nowhere,
When you're the world's weeds.
Tulips, sunflowers, roses galore
Each time I see their gleaming colour
I just want it more.
And I don't care for character building,
I've had enough of the struggle and the climb,
Take me there overnight.
God, let me wake up
In my wildest dreams
Let him be with me,
Let my mother rest and let her wear the most expensive dresses,
And give my father good health
And give my sister a strong heart, shield her so she doesn't find
Life's cruelties like I did,
In the most wretched places
I once thought were heavenly.
And most importantly
When I open my eyes,
Don't let me think
"Is today even worth it?
There's nothing to write"
Don't let me type words
Just to delete them
Just because no-one hears them
No one hears me.
No one hears me
No one can hear,
I'm right here,
But no one hears me.
No one here
Hears my screams,
Hears my words
What am I worth?
No one here
Knows me
You are my one and only,
The only one who sees me.
Keeping me from driving myself insane,
From planting evil seeds in my brain
You save me, but still it doesn't change
How I'm bleeding words
No-one reads
No-one hears me.
YOU ARE READING
meraki
Poetrymeraki [may - rah - keey] ● Greek •{adj.} to do something with soul, creativity or love; putting a piece of yourself into what you do. ♡ongoing poetry collection, hope you enjoy!!♡ all rights reserved: all writing in this book is my own original wor...
