Sep 2014
i broke every wall in my life
except the one that matters
so people can see i'm afraid to be seen
i'm mean so people can see i'm nice enough to do everything
i'm whole on the outside
to remind people there's nothing left within
(but you're not the source of my pain)
i hide
so people can come out of hiding
i don't fight
so people know
if i go down
i go down fighting
i hurt
just so i can stop the hurting
but the pain i talk about isn't yours
my bones are weak
because i give my strength to all the other people
my brain is fried
because my only knowledge of my country is evil
i break
so other peoples hearts i can mend
i would fall on my knees to pick my family up again
i would cut myself
just so my best friend would stop cutting but it doesn't work that way
i will never give up on a world i still hold in my heart
i will never begin to let a piece fall apart
and no i'm not 12 anymore
even though my birth certificate says so
and yes i act like i know better
simply because i do
even though the things i know about
i never have gone through
experience isn't the best teacher
and maybe i do hate myself
doesn't mean i'm suicidal
i just work to be better
and maybe one day i can be
i don't know why i talk about myself
so don't ask (lol)
and even though this poem is long i have so much to say
*but it doesn't really matter
except the one that matters
so people can see i'm afraid to be seen
i'm mean so people can see i'm nice enough to do everything
i'm whole on the outside
to remind people there's nothing left within
(but you're not the source of my pain)
i hide
so people can come out of hiding
i don't fight
so people know
if i go down
i go down fighting
i hurt
just so i can stop the hurting
but the pain i talk about isn't yours
my bones are weak
because i give my strength to all the other people
my brain is fried
because my only knowledge of my country is evil
i break
so other peoples hearts i can mend
i would fall on my knees to pick my family up again
i would cut myself
just so my best friend would stop cutting but it doesn't work that way
i will never give up on a world i still hold in my heart
i will never begin to let a piece fall apart
and no i'm not 12 anymore
even though my birth certificate says so
and yes i act like i know better
simply because i do
even though the things i know about
i never have gone through
experience isn't the best teacher
and maybe i do hate myself
doesn't mean i'm suicidal
i just work to be better
and maybe one day i can be
i don't know why i talk about myself
so don't ask (lol)
and even though this poem is long i have so much to say
*but it doesn't really matter
