My hands are still shaking from the panic attack
my ears are still ringing from the shame
I'm still wincing from the pain
beating on the walls, the voices in my brain
trying to calm me down but Im standing out in the rain
and it hurts to know
that I'm on the cusp of letting go
it hurts to know
that the words never really flow
and my heart wants to up and leave me alone
my heart wants a new home
My brain wants someone who will listen
and my soul just wants someone better
When they leave
all that remains
is a lifeless body
that can never be saved
My biggest fear consists of smaller ones
a million little doubts, together as one
A daunting and ridiculously naive,
a little girl that looks like me and shes crying
Staring into space, but look there's her mom and she's sighing
"Why can't you be normal?" "Why can't you be great?"
leading her to think that she should change
a little girl that's been alone
no one is coming to save her
a little girl that's on her own
but surrounded by people that claim to love her
This little girl, sad and isolated
deprived of satisfaction, but never violent
A little girl that seems to be evil's personal target
A little girl, that graduates next year but still feels 5 years old
A young woman, A young adult, that feels like a little girl
- Author: a thousand wishes ( Offline)
- Published: September 19th, 2022 12:10
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 23
Comments3
These lines hits very hard when you have experienced it specially.
Thanks, same i get you
Metaphors and rhythm changes in your poem are impressive. You managed to make the words feel like they are surrounding the reader, especially when its someone who have similar experience. I really like this part:
"a little girl that's been alone/no one is coming to save her/a little girl that's on her own /but surrounded by people that claim to love her"
Magnificent and strong lines, smartly used.
I'm glad you liked it and that you enjoyed reading it . It was really hard to capture my feelings and write them down for me.
I'm sure, I feel the same every time I decide to write something more personal, but you should be proud of yourself because you did great.
Strong emotions well expressed, it was touching I felt your pain plus I enjoyed the flow
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