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Mold me, mend me, help me swallow my pride,                                                           ­                                                                 ­                                                      smooth out my edges, cleanse me inside                                                     Polish me shiny make me look brand new                                                    Help me to see a better point of view                                                             ­     Sew up the torn spots with strong string                                                             Help me to listen before speaking                                                         ­               Heal all the blackness that lives inside                                                           ­     Fill me with love until the emptiness dies                                                 Shine down with a light I can't ignore                                                           Tell me how to think after and before                                                           ­ Make me a person you will be proud of                                                            one that can cry or can be tough                                                            ­  I am only human, I need your touch                                                            ­               Thank you God, Thank you so much
Those nostalgic Saturdays                                                        ­                         and now lonesome Sunday nights                                                           ­    Thoughts of our yesterdays                                                       ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­    the fire that it still ignites                                                          ­                          I have too much time on my hands                                                            ­    that I spend on missing you                                                              ­         Things no one would understand                                                       ­        nobody but me and you                                                              ­                    I wonder where you are tonight                                                          ­               if you're missing me too                                                              ­                      So, I am wishing on this star so bright                                                           ­                 that you are thinking of me too
I wish I could see you                                                                                       wish you could see me                                                               ­                           One last time before you                                                              ­                     left me for an eternity                                                         ­                                   I miss your smiling face                                                             ­                        the love you gave freely                                                           ­                              I wish there was a place                                                            ­                         that you and I could meet                                                             ­                         I still feel you around me                                                               ­                 like it was yesterday                                                        ­                      Your aura surrounds me                                                               ­                        and leads me the right way                                                              ­                     I still catch myself trying                                                           ­                          to make you proud of me                                                               ­                  and when I feel like crying                                                           ­                    thoughts of you are comforting                                                       ­                          I know that someday                                                          ­                      I will see you once again                                                       ­                  but  until that day                                                              ­                                   nothing will be as it had been
I was a Daddy's girl; the sun rose when he did and set the day he passed. I love you, Dad.
Your conflicting emotions                                                         ­                          are like the surf of the ocean                                                            ­                  Sometimes you  rush onto shore                                                            ­          inviting and lukewarm                                                         ­                          Other times you are dark blue                                                             ­             the sun can't even get through                                                          ­               On the days you let me swim                                                             ­               feel your warmth on my skin                                                             ­      heated up by the sun above                                                            ­       Jumping right into your love                                                             ­      splashing up all over me                                                               ­               soothing and enveloping                                                                  ­        I close my eyes and float away                                                             ­                I lose myself in you those days
I am cleansing my soul                                                             ­                        with every word I write                                                            ­                       Sins that have swallowed me whole                                                            ­feelings that I'm not quite right                                                            ­        Thoughts are spilling out of me                                                               ­      ones I've protected carefully                                                        ­               Words I have never said  out loud                                                             ­           Churn in me like a funnel cloud                                                            ­              I can confess anything I please                                                           ­          the only one who reads it is me
My hands are not steady,                                                          ­                                                                 ­                                                               and weights are on my heart                                                            ­                   my shoulders feel heavy,                                                                                  and I am falling apart                                                            ­                                 I don't know you anymore,                                                         ­                        You are a stranger to me,                                                              ­                     What are we talking for?                                                             ­                                                 You're not even listening
I could choose to tell you what I still remember                                                         ­                                                   but my wounds aren't healed, and my heart is tender                                                           ­                                                         Just because it's unspoken doesn't mean it's gone                                                             ­                                                              I relive each day as if it were the only one                                                         There's no tears you'd notice, my eyes are dry                                                It doesn't mean I'm better, It's just that I try                                                      I don't want your looks of pity but don't ignore me,                               don't leave me alone with my thoughts too frequently                                 If you can stand by my side and hold my hand                                           take my late night calls, you'd understand,                                                      ­               I haven't changed at all ,I'm still me                                                 but for now ,I'd rather not speak                                                            ­         Knowing that you're here and will always be                                         means you understood me perfectly                                                        ­          I choose not to share, it's all still too real                                                   So, if it's okay, I still need time to heal                                                             ­         It might not be tomorrow, surely not today                                                        I only know   how to do this, my way
This is for all the trauma sufferer's out there.
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