I write poetry as a coping mechanism. Helps me deal with everyday life. I love for people to comment and vote specially on the poems i have received no comments on. It's nice to know people understand and your not the only one in your position. Reading other peoples poems also lets you know that there's people worse off than yourself. |
I lay upon my messed up bed
The sheets in disaster beneath my limp head...
So abused and far too confused
Trying to let go...
Always a game, but never an end
I can't remember how I started...
I've waited too long
It's far too late...
You're cold to me
You hurt me...
Think of a safe place
Imagine every little detail...
Don't let the tears of your past |
DON'T CHOKE ON THE SECRET TEARS THAT YOU KEEP INSIDE, |
I pretended to love you so you wouldnt get hurt. So why did you hurt me just so i wouldnt feel loved. |