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Aug 2017
Overwhelming; My heart is trembling. To try and find the words that have slipped through me. To try to find the worth that keeps me moving. My motivation; I'm standing at a bus station, waiting. Determination; losing patience. Praying that the lord can hear me breaking. "Focus". feeling hopeless because i am less than what i should be. Take me , to my king, the one that i know would never bring... up my past. from my last fight, which i lost. I have scars on my arms to prove it. But who are you to ask me? Why my scars are deep. I've had a hard time with accepting me, please just let me be. Broken.. I am broken. I see the glass half empty, no longer half full. Because when i was younger, i use to pop pills. I had to forget the night, but when the morning light came through. The only thing i forgot was why i felt used. Abused; once again, i am broken. "Here is a token of my love" .. he says "It's broken". Put me back together again. Piece by piece.. Make me strong, be my light and my favorite words at the end of a song. Teach me how to love. Because i... I am overwhelmed..
My words are real. Remember that you were art long before he came to admire you, and you'll continue to be art even when he's gone. A masterpiece is still a masterpiece when the lights are off and the room is empty.
Tokyo
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Tokyo  18/F/Newark DE
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