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It's hard to sit in silence I don't want the world to see me in pain But my doctor told me if I share it it might hurt less When I'm lying here next to her We're never close enough She puts up pillow walls and uses a separate blanket I'm losing this battle Feeling desperate and falling deeper I can't even explain what this is I know I'm being pressed down by something It's just too dark to see it's face Have you ever felt like letting go of everything you have? Have you ever been satisfied? She sat next to me until I could find the words I still couldn't explain But she knew She calms the fight inside of me And pulls the rag from my face so that I can breathe I can't even explain what this is She holds me down and keeps me steady Without her I'd of drowned by now She holds me over always until (a/o - She always holds me over everything'?') Most days we'll just lay there Not much else to do I'm not such the socialite She's not really the social type Not so sure if I'm lucky to have you
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Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 1:32 PM UTC
What is and What will never be
It's hard to sit in silence I don't want the world to see me in pain But my doctor told me if I share it it might hurt less When I'm lying here next to her We're never close enough She puts up pillow walls and uses a separate blanket I'm losing this battle Feeling desperate and falling deeper I can't even explain what this is I know I'm being pressed down by something It's just too dark to see it's face Have you ever felt like letting go of everything you have? Have you ever been satisfied? She sat next to me until I could find the words I still couldn't explain But she knew She calms the fight inside of me And pulls the rag from my face so that I can breathe I can't even explain what this is She holds me down and keeps me steady Without her I'd of drowned by now She holds me over always until (a/o - She always holds me over everything'?') Most days we'll just lay there Not much else to do I'm not such the socialite She's not really the social type Not so sure if I'm lucky to have you
joseph-rommel
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Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 1:32 PM UTC
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