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Jul 2012
Maybe we are all too blind.
Too unwilling to really step back
And take a look
Inside the walls we live
Maybe a bit too closely
To see the absolute crazy
Within our close knit families.
Lies and truths never really exposed
Just swept under the rug
Never to be spoken of.
Never to be seen.
Maybe that's why you never saw
Me cutting myself
Wanting to **** myself
Because of your words.
Because I was not worthy
Of the love I thought I needed.
Maybe I hid it
Maybe you saw it and ignored it
Ignored the cuts,
My sleepless eyes,
All the pain I was in.
Maybe you decided it was too much to handle
That I wasn't worth it to you.
But maybe you just didn't see.
I have to tell myself you just didn't see.
That maybe it was all on me
All my fault.
Maybe we were all blinded
By too many secrets,
Too many lies.
Maybe we can't ever see past all the crazy
Past all the hurt
Of our close knit families.
Jill Anderson
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