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Jul 2012
It's not a tickle when I feel it
It's a slap in the face
Given only at that moment
Right when you think it's safe
Hard headed emotion
Brings a tear to my eye
Selfish and tormented
The truth turns to a lie

How far would I have to be
To consider myself runaway?
Sick of feeling resented
Walking on egg shells everyday
Whether I can't or won't
It's the do or don't
Give it a moment
And it might just disappear..
It's the fight from fear.

Holding me here
Darkness comforts me
No harm can come here
If its not there to see
**** my brain dry
And give me relief
It's the battlefield I've dread
Beyond all belief

Sweet but sadistic
It's makes me remain
Sour but soothing
I'm real when I feel pain
I'm real when I feel pain
When I feel pain I'm real
And you with, how I must deal.
Julies Tales of Truth
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   Ariadna Parrales
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