Hands shaking
Voice breaking
When there are no tears left to cry
Words falter
No wonder
When you don't know what you're trying to say
Friends come
People go
When all you're left with is the unseen scars
Blood flows
Sweat shows
When your only company is the razor on the floor
And I know
The time's come
When you've got to say you can't take any more
Heart thuds
Thoughts flood
When the only sound in the world is you walking away
Disappointment
Bitter resentment
When dreams fail and you've learned the river's run dry
A child's born
As another dies
When you leave there's no one left to keep me alive
Author notes
I've never written with this sort of style, I'm not sure if I like it. It was harder than I thought, because I kept straying from the original meter. I still don't know if it's perfect.
I'm not really sure if this is what you meant by fear, because most of my fears and phobias aren't actual "objects". So I guess it's the fear of rejection, of being out of control, of not knowing how to cope, of being left on my own. Yea, I'd have to say that in an ironic sense, those are my biggest fears. Because even though I hate when people ask if I'm okay, I'm more terrified that they won't care.
Sorry about the (extremely) dull background. Allpoetry was minorly malfunctioning on me T___T
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Comments
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hmmmm....i liked it. it was different, and in some places the beat was kinda distorted, but it came out pretty good, i thought. the last stanza was my favorite.
good luck.
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