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Jan 2014
Everything changes,
i begin to feel accepted,
the sharpener is used only for pencils,
the knife used for only cutting vegetables,
i saw the light in the darkness,
i saw the good in the bad,
i used to sit there endlessly sad,
that feeling of loneliness,
that feeling of helplessness,
all the feelings i felt gone,
replaced by a light warm feeling,
my soul feels as though its finally healing,
i wake up smiling rather than screaming,
i get a phone call and i answer it,
before i would have been scared,
getting used to this feeling?
its definitely weird,
because this is the first time ever,
there's no reason to be scared,
i can smile/laugh/dance/sing,
i don't need blades  or  bleach  or  **anything
Written by
lachica  england
(england)   
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