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Erica Rodger Sep 2015
If I pretend it doesn't hurt maybe it won't.
If I pretend my mind is silent maybe the voices that scream will rest.

My body is exhausted and continues on through motions. Life does not stand still simply because I want it to. Life pours on, eroding my sanity and depositing worries to add to my pile.
Some days my pride, It burns so bright I swear I can trick you into believing I'm human. Or at least, trick myself.
If I pour your a glass of honey coated promises, will you sit with me a while? Even though you know I lie, will you please hold my hand? Even though you know I'm broken, Will you believe me if I say I'm fine?
Say your sweet words, "you deserve to be happy" Make me promises you'll never keep. Even though I know. I'll hold out hope. Stroke my check and touch my body. Let me feel perfect.


Cause you see, I'm a broken dreamer. And the light in my eyes still flickers. And I'm a drowning survivor,  I'm a bandage cutter and all I ever wanted to be was your lover.

— The End —