I’m not sad. I’m actually okay.
But when it comes to writing
every emotion rises to the surface,
even if I wasn’t aware of hoarding it.
I put those things down on paper
because I’m not brave enough to feel them.
If there was a way to reverse it
I wouldn’t be aware of how.
I’m expected to be strong,
to be put together, but I’m not.

Forever.
Always.
That’s what you said.
But the moment
came and passed.
Tears.
Enough to swim through.
Lies.
“I’m fine.”
Enough to drown in.
Promises.
They seem to be made
just to be broken.
“Cry me a river.”
I did.
“Build a bridge.”
I did.
“Get over it.”
I can’t.
You’re the troll
under my bridge
forbidding passage.

Boy just take it easy
Boy just take it slow
Please don't give up now
You have so much further to go

Put that gun down boy
Step away from the ledge
All the demons your fighting
Don't have to stay in your head

Let me help you boy
Let me be your light
You and I together boy
We'll give 'em a hell of a fight

This is it boy
It's time for war
With me by your side
It'll be easier than before

We got this boy
We won't back down
We'll take 'em all on
We'll knock 'em to the ground

Boy let's take it easy
Boy let's take it slow
All the demons you fight
Will no longer call you home

He started this problem,
with me becoming the luggage,
always dragging behind him.
After he’s finished, I’m in storage.
I was folded in a neat square
and shoved at the bottom.
He forgot I was still there,
a back up just in case.
I was zipped up in darkness.
No available moving space.
His games were a sickness,
no place left but for his fun.
It was a constant reminder
that his playing was done
and he wasn’t any kinder.
I fell into his trap and now
there was no fighting back.

I don’t know what you want me to say.
I give you the same warning everyday.
I’m unstable. Emotional. Broken.
I gave you my heart as a token
of my love because it’s all I can afford.
Yet you shattered it, looking bored.
It wasn’t enough just to destroy,
you had to play with it
as if it was only a toy.
I feel like a complete idiot
to believe your convincing lies.
You didn’t care when I began to cry.
What a monster I fell for.
I thought you were like a door,
opening to a new world of adventure
yet you slammed it shut in departure.
What a fool I was to believe in silly little lies.
People don’t keep promises;
they break them before your eyes.

The heart beats a drum of its own.
It feels the music that resides within.
A steady rhythm of the toil on the inside.
The sound carries through the bones,
a constant throbbing mess of emotions.
Notes of a cord cascading down.
A single voice accompanies the lone piece.
Chest heaving sobs signifies a great relief.
This person is its own orchestra.
Unlike the rest, there is no audience.

A smile was all she wanted but a frown took her over.
The laughs she heard were covered with cries.
The power of love brought the pain back
and the joy she desperately hunted for.
She was scared to show herself,
the broken, scarred little girl.
Years of never being good enough
and being pushed around.
Love may help forget to remember
but the memory never fades.
She's stuck between happiness and depression
yet with her luck, she gets **** back in again.