Wednesday, September 28, 2011

poem from rehab

The yells,-
yells and screams,-
unwanted dreams,-
I'm never wanted,-
as it seems.-

My wrists,-
Wrists with scars that show,-
friends are the only ones,-
that truly know.-

Sitting,-
sitting on my bed,-
all the screams,-
go through my head.-

Searching,-
searching for my dreams,-
just trying,-
to ignore the screams.-

Falling,-
falling, I am lost,-
a broken heart,-
that's what it costs.-

Chances,-
chances I try to take,-
but each time I try,-
my heart sure breaks.-

Sing,-
sing and dance is what I do,-
spend all my life,-
trying to impress you.-

Gone,-
gone, I'm all alone,-
no one here to heal,-
my heart of stone.-

Greatness,-
greatness is in my soul,-
but when I speak out,-
I become a fool.-

People,-
people everywhere,-
when I walk by,-
they all just stare.-

Same,-
same, I want to shout,-
they all fit in,-
but I stand out.-

Running,-
running from my fears,-
I have no one,-
to wipe my tears.-

Trusting,-
Trusting in my heart,-
somewhere in this world,-
I'll find my part.-

Boom,-
Boom, my heart beats slow,-
there will be a time, -
when I shall glow.-

Cheering,-
cheering, I must not boast,-
I owe it all,-
to my ghost.-

Smile,-
smile, I must not frown,-
many people,-
I can't let down.-

Sometimes,-
sometimes I pretend I'm okay,-
I hold back the tears,-
and just walk away.-

Now,-
so now my heart is stone,-
wish someone could see,-
that I'm all alone.-

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