I don’t dream anymore.
Too afraid of what I’ll find.
And what if I said
what was really on my mind?
And what if my reality
didn’t mesh with yours?
Would you push me away?
Or just close all the doors...
Trapping me in this world,
there’s no one here for me.
Just you pretending
that you Love me.
But I always pay the price,
believing every word.
Waiting for you always,
Wondering what you’ve heard.
You call me weak,
wonder how I live.
Don’t you understand?
I’ve nothing left to give.
I’ve given you my all
And you’ve taken everything.
Now you’re asking for more
and leaving me nothing.
And still I remain
and wonder what to do.
What kind of life
would I have without you…
About the Creator
Debra Herrington
I've been writing since I was 16, I use poetry as a means of expressing my opinions and feelings.


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