I don't know what to do.
How do I survive?
How do I live with this thing
that is eating me alive?
My soul just wants peace and happiness,
wants to thrive
But nothing is working
I can't describe how it feels
all the lies and fake smiles
trying to hide behind these eyes
Look deeper, inside you might see
That someone is broken, that someone is me
And when will I ever be free?
There you stand, collecting my misery
There you stand, choking all my sanity
I wish you could express to me
What it is that's bothering you
Why you have chosen this path, so blue
After all my trying to help you
And I'm the one sitting here lost and confused
Trying to chew on this piece of reality
Physically I'm sick, mentally in pain
Just trying to help cheer you up again
But I can't I can't
This is my last stand
I'm so completely over holding your hand
I can't take anymore, and I do feel regret,
But this? This storm is your own;
You must face it alone,
And you might not face it till' you're grown
But maybe, just maybe you'll start to see
When you think of your life,
When you think of me,
I hope one day you will remember
That someone stood up for you
Someone caring, someone brave, someone true,
Someone that will always understand, too.
Now you are back where you belong
I knew that you were with me all along.
My self-esteem is a beautiful melody,
a long forgotten song all about me.
Today it's not as much of a mystery
Because I love myself now, you see?
The pain is gone, my soul is finally set free.
And that is more than good enough for me.
About the Creator
Slgtlyscatt3red
Slightly scattered. Just a woman with autism and ADHD that loves to write poetry, create art, and sing.


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