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You
there’s a
thorn
stuck inside
my chest,
it throbs in pain
every ****
time when
someone says
your name


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i have not yet found a book that called it something other than cutting ties;

but in my head it is simply removing the paper band aids that connect me to other people, what i do best.

the city lights blink at me with the intensity of one looking to the person that abandoned them
in the face of these people, all I'm able to do is bow my head
and
surrender.
20.12.17  /  19.08  /  I have never been the hero, I'm just good at pretending.
Promise me.
If something is funny, tell me so I can humour you.
Promise me.
If something is hurting, tell me so I can help you.
Promise me.
When you find that you're on your own, with no one to point towards a sign of light, find a spark and walk proud without sight.
Promise me.
When tears start to fall, let your heart feel- don't hide insecurities- stand tall and know that I'm here through it all.

Promise me.
That the day you oblige, settle or sigh, I want you to decide according to what you believe is right- no one should block out your brightness;
Promise me you won't feel hopeless.

I want you to feel joy, I want you to feel love, I don't want you to forget that I'll watch you from above-
Dear, Promise me.

The day I die, promise me you'll survive, go on to shine and continue to soar in the sky- I need you to:

Promise Me.
I had a strange daydream.
From a young age, I have been told,
that to see a smile will never get old.
Whether one is happy or perhaps sad;
the moment they smile- nothing can be bad.

From a young age, I have been told to smile,
that the moment I do, I'll stop feeling down.
If I want to cheer up, then I must grin;
so why, when I try, do I feel like I've sinned?

To smile means expressing joy, she says,
that those around me will feel coy, she says.
But when she feels sad, she cries and cries,
behind a closed door, there are tears in her eyes.

When I realised that her grin was her way,
of making me calm- a way to stay.
I began to smile more, laugh more, try more;
It's the least I can do for those I adore.

Then one day, whilst I felt melancholy,
someone managed to see right through me.
"Your upset, so why are you smiling?",
I looked down and felt my face frowning.

"From a young age, I have been told,
that to see a smile will never get old.
Whether one is happy or perhaps sad;
the moment they smile- nothing can be bad"

They seemed confused, so I smiled again,
I won't lie, it hurt more right then-

"From a young age, I have been told to smile,
that the moment I do, I'll stop feeling down.
If I want to cheer up, then I must grin;
so why, when I try, do I feel like I've sinned?"

They shed tears for me,
I didn't understand,
wasn't a smile meant to make them feel grand?

"Smile", she once said.
"Just for a while", she once begged.
I wish I did before she cried,
maybe she'd have felt better, that's why.

So when someone tries to hide behind a smile,
make sure they know, pain will last for awhile,
but save those smiles for times of fun;
that way you may grow to feel less numb.

"Smile", she said,
"I want to cry", she meant.
Won't lie, my head would spin,
however I would still give her a grin.
I know how much it hurts to hide your problems behind a smile. Don't force yourself to keep up appearances to keep others happy; help them by helping yourself.

— The End —