Loving me it seems,
Comes hard these days,
I'm not special in thier eyes,
I'm just some other girl,
Fading into the walls,
No one will notice,
When pain overwhelms my life,
...
I'm oh so good,
At holding it all inside,
Trying to hide,
What threatens to kill me,
Crushing me,
And when help is offered,
I push it away,
Usually I dont even ask,
I have to make it on my own,
What am I if I don't?
Just another failure,
Who couldnt handle depression on her own,
Who broke down and said I need help,
I can't be that person,
I won't be that person,
Giving in is not an option,
Neither is showing my shame,
I'll hold it all inside,
Just cause,
I don't want you to worry,
I'll put it aside to help you,
Even if it kills me,
The truth is,
I want to heal,
I don't know how,
Love?
Its tearing me apart,
And I can't help but cry,
As they lead me on,
But what did I expect?
An easy life,
It was hard from the start,
I'll fight my way through,
With or Without you,
I don't know what works anymore,
I want to reach my hand out,
My head screams No!,
My heart screams Yes!,
I'm torn,
Help or no help?
Let them inside completely,
Scared to death,
Of how they'd react to what they'd find,
In the darkest corners of my mind,
You don't have to love me,
I've learned to live without it,
My heart resentful,
Doubtful,
That anyone could love me,
And if they do,
My brain and heart attack themselves,
With reasons that they don't,
I guess I truely am broken.
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There are many things I could say for this poem, but each is a lesson one must learn, so, I think I shall leave you to learn them. As it is not my place to tell you, but something you must discover.
Ok, moving on, this poem is quiet the snazzy. The emotion and message were portrayed excellently. Your writing has improved a lot my dear. -
All I have to say is there is no logic like that of the heart.
Listen to your heart and you can become happier. People are called "emo" for not listening to their heart for ignoring the etho part of themselves.
You are not this way all the time and I know it.
On random notes, how can you call yourself "just some other girl" or "not special in their(knowing you mean my) eyes" when I think about you daily; atleast -
That sure was a long time since your last poem, but it's good as usual, keep up the good work
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incredible... i already told you what i think about this...
keep growing, little sis, keep growing and learning and one day your heart will learn how to believe in love
you're truly amazing dear, truly
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