If I died, would you notice?
Would you try and help me regain life?
And if I died would you miss me?
Wished you'd kissed me, just before I closed my eyes?
And if I fell from my insanity. If I cried out your name, would you hear?
Or would you just be another to ignore me, as I slowly disappear?
The hurt, my aching body, invisible scars, and pain.
To know that life and the world around me would still be hard to live in and may never change.
And if I cried, I cried away my nights. But the tears dried, yet the hurt remained.
And by the next morning, I realize I need to set myself free, before feeling any less insane.
If I wish to myself, when silence is my only company.
I tell myself, because I'm my own friend, and the only one able to comfort, reason and see.
That if I try hard and believe and repeat. Will I find the key to completing me?
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Nobody's Silent Saviour
PoetryA selection of poems on varying topics, none of which are for the faint hearted. Some pieces touch on some personal experiences but most are just fictional writing in which I've attempted to be spontaneous and take on a different perspective or expe...
