I lay here every night
Talking to non-existent voices
And they always understand,
Sometimes they'd laugh along,
Other times they'd cry so long;
Sometimes they are really loud
Other times quietened by a shroud.
But sometimes I wish
There'd be this
Other bed with
Another girl or boy
Probably older than I
And ***** would be down there
Nodding or
Getting an anxious look on
The face
And when they hear me out,
They'd rush towards me and
Grab hold of me in their arms
Repeating over and over again
"It's okay, I'm here. It's over..."
And I would truly
Have felt warmth and love
And I'd really be able to have
A real shoulder
To cry on
And maybe, then I wouldn't have to
Pretend every day and every night
That I have this
Warm loving family in my head
And though they disagree quite often
They'd still stick together
No matter what
Maybe then
I wouldn't have to
Cry writing this poem
Just wishing
Once again
I had a
Somebody
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 1:13 PM UTC
I lay here every night
Talking to non-existent voices
And they always understand,
Sometimes they'd laugh along,
Other times they'd cry so long;
Sometimes they are really loud
Other times quietened by a shroud.
But sometimes I wish
There'd be this
Other bed with
Another girl or boy
Probably older than I
And ***** would be down there
Nodding or
Getting an anxious look on
The face
And when they hear me out,
They'd rush towards me and
Grab hold of me in their arms
Repeating over and over again
"It's okay, I'm here. It's over..."
And I would truly
Have felt warmth and love
And I'd really be able to have
A real shoulder
To cry on
And maybe, then I wouldn't have to
Pretend every day and every night
That I have this
Warm loving family in my head
And though they disagree quite often
They'd still stick together
No matter what
Maybe then
I wouldn't have to
Cry writing this poem
Just wishing
Once again
I had a
Somebody
