Just wanted to start off by saying that…I don’t like this poem but I worked on it for the past like 5 days thinking I was going to perform it live but that dint end up happening for whatever reasons. So yeah, here it is!
I really thought things would be different by now, but no one can change the past.Why is it the pain’s still there, and how long will it last?
I’m fragile and easily broken, all the way down to my bones, and I ask myself, will the answer ever be known?
How do I find it, where do I seek it? Because Id travel through the biggest jungles for the smallest secrets.
As long as it helps me in this self inflicted travesty, because I’ve sacrificed enough that no one should have to see,
Just how deep the cuts and lacerations go, the sights horrendous, no, no one should have to know.
I keep things from those close to me, but not to hide myself, but to keep them free.
Because this Tsunami of emotions doesn’t start with me, but it ends with us and tragically, begins to fade until only I remain.
At this point water doesn’t quench, nor does it satisfy,
What is this feeling am I…about to die?
I’m drowning in a river of sorrow, might let the current pull me down
because I don’t care if I live to see tomorrow
Confined and desolate I must seem weak, and that’s fine with me, because if you’ve been heart broken, nothing else matters, except you and she.