I love writing. And i love to live through my words being as though i can’t do much. I wrote a poem about how i was feeling, i thought i would share with you guys.
My dark days never turn bright
The sun is gone and no stars guide me as light
I can’t count on the stars to lead me when there’s nothing there but a shadow of a dim lit moon.
no hope no faith
just a reflection of a sadden face.
Overlooking a shallow lake
I feel trapped in a world thats fake.
But it’s no fairytale. Or fairytale ending.
The happily every after for me is hidden
hidden amongst the clouds in the sky.
I feel like this pain will be my demise.
where’s my knight in armor
Even in the shallowest of water
I might be able to drown out the sorrow.
Looking at myself, but to the depth of my soul. i can only see what others see.
Not a Mark or Trace of foul play. Just a pretty face.
Not a scar or scrape
but I’m hurting.
Painful ripples of striking pain.
some think it’s strange.
But I don’t.
This is the usual.
Short breaths and clamy hands.
Thoughts of not being able to do things again.
frieght, tiredness, and feeling closed in.
Butterflies of beautiful colors within.
when will they be set free?
I’m panicking