Beth Holland
New member
Idk if it's really a poem, just how I'm feeling
I open up*
You leave
I give you my trust
You push it around
I believe
When I shouldn't
I try to help*
And do right
Only to be pushed around
And you still
Can't see that I'm slowly dying inside
With a knife on my chest, and a black broken heart
And*
All my screams for help
And you still won't take my hand
All my scars
Soon to be more
For i just need something to feel*
Something to let my emotions out, for you won listen any longer
I just can't go on*
Living in this hell
I open up*
You leave
I give you my trust
You push it around
I believe
When I shouldn't
I try to help*
And do right
Only to be pushed around
And you still
Can't see that I'm slowly dying inside
With a knife on my chest, and a black broken heart
And*
All my screams for help
And you still won't take my hand
All my scars
Soon to be more
For i just need something to feel*
Something to let my emotions out, for you won listen any longer
I just can't go on*
Living in this hell