Through these years I’ve learned to be tough To fight my way through the hurt And the pain And no matter what, I always had it hidden; I’ve cried myself a river Flowing through the steady solitude of a girl without a home I’ve fought back with fists Beating down the walls that had protected me from myself I’ve stood alone Through this hell Through this nightmare Through this life I did not choose And yet I held my hand out to all that had entered Trying to, in some way, receive the help that I knew that I needed all along But they all would just walk through the doors Never looking back Never noticing my tears And walking upon my dreams as they would a red carpet Showing them the way to happiness; Often times I would glance into the eyes of someone who would show me mercy Show that they care Or that they’d fulfill my needs by being there and listening But something would happen Causing them to drift away Onto better things Away from me Away from my life Away from my hell.Birth sign: Scorpio
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