I'm not staying,
it's my blame.
I'll leave the innocent;
I'm not the same.
I've got blood on my hands.
Pressure to understand.
You're right.
You've always been.
I tend to forget.
I won't bother you,
still my existence bothers me.
My mind smothers me.
The nights scare me;
comfort is scarce.
The dark makes things worse,
and this silence hurts.
It can be so loud,
the noise of nothing.
The sounds of your thoughts,
utterly isolated.
I love y'all;
but I don't love myself
I can't live up to what you all think of me-

I close my eyes and try to think of something nice
Something that has made me smile
Something that has made me laugh

And I think about the days that weren't all that tough

When the sun rays danced lightly on my skin
When the wind whispered softly in my ears

When you sat by my side
Holding my body close to yours
Protecting me with your strong arms
Feeling the beating of my heart in your chest



-FreeMind

Sometimes I wish I could stop writing
About my affection

But my poems would become empty,
Meaningless

If they were no longer about You


By : FreeMind