Who can I run to?
Who can I trust? It's a must
I feel like I'm wasting away my days, Thinking of ways and reasons to stay
I just want someone to say
"your not alone", and actually mean it
Not turn me away when I have things to say
Things that I can't discuss because like I said there's few that I trust.
Can name em' all on one hand man.
That wasn't in the plan.
Everyone says I'm dramatic.
I'm a Fanatic, A Hyperchondriac
Ain't shit wrong with me
You see?
Pain is what those looking in can see,but refuse to believe
Lust is what those feel and confuse with love
Loss is what those see but haven't been through
And regret is the icing on the cake for All those times when you couldn't get through
Couldn't get the words to come through
Didn't have the courage to fight.
Strength to stay but will to move
Who were you trying to prove
Now, I know you should've said your case, but you needed space
Not too much and not too little
Just enough to have some time
Contemplating the story of your life
While no one knows your strife
The struggle you went through
Pain you were forced into
Hell even born into
Look at who made you
They don't wanna see the whole thing
They see the superficial layer
One that's not really there
Painted smiles and broken souls is your mold.
What you hold.
BREAK free and you'll see they didn't Have to be me
YOU ARE READING
Like Broken Glass
PoetryDarkness and light are in a constant battle. one day the darkness takes over and what will become of them. The Clovers family has a story to tell. I, Veronica clover has the most scary story to shed some light on. won't you listen?
