You asked who the poem was about
And I just couldn't say...
I'm trying to express my feelings
But it's hard for me to do...
Breath, in, out
It's not the time to cry...
Looks that last to long
Though they don’t mean a thing...
Do you remember a time
When you actually looked at me...
I'm happy most of the time now but there are still days that I wonder why I'm still breathing. Still days when the metal calls to me to spill my own blood. No one else understands, it's a constant battle to just survive. |
I should have given my heart to my stuffed animal, at least it couldn't hurt me like he can. |
I love him with all my heart and that's the problem... |