I don't want to be in this place. Where the ground is soft and shallow, And sinks effortlessly beneath my feet. Where the dark leaves curl and waver, Closing the sky where the branches meet. I don't want to see my face. It's hideous eyes stare vacantly, With a black, relentless stare so hollow. Tight lips hide a vicious tongue, And choke on words too hard to swallow. I don't want to be this cruel. Or watch your smile crash to the floor, As I give you away to someone else. There might be a reason beneath these tears, But I've never understood myself.
Reason for writing:
i wrote this a long time ago, and it's inspired by the hatred i felt for myself when i had to tell someone something terrible. i couldn't explain why i'd done this awful thing, or why i felt i had to tell this person about it, but i felt like i was killing myself as i spoke.
P.S ~Shorty, you commented on all my poems, I'd like to thank you, and anyone else who commented, for your encouraging words. It's definately given me more confidence. If you want to contact me then feel free, my e-mail address should be at the top of this page somewhere.
Birth sign: Libra
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