These pains and sufferrings I feel,
The beast that scarred within me,
Why cant you all see?
Cant you hear me?
Help me..
*
There was a time when a friend
Came over, sobbing and broken.
They say only the broken could mend the broken.
After time, diligently , my Friend, I mend.
The magic worked!
Only the broken could mend the broken.
So I turned to him and poured out the pain Ive put up.
He turned saying, "Epepep- please shut up."
He walked away happily.
I watched him go,
My eyes were blurry,
What happened to the "Mend by broken only"?
(he wasnt broken, i mend him)
*
I know Im in the wrong body
I know Im in the wrong time
Nobody knows whats it like to be
When even living, smells like Crime.
The razor touched my skin, it rusted.
The rope tied beneath my chin, it crumbled.
Suicide was never an option.
And since its not, then what is?
*
I dont need theraphy.
I dont need medicine.
I dont need lecturing.
I just need somebody with me..
To listen, to care and to be there.
Maybe theyre right.
All those pretty lights,
The representation of the mind's light,
Are just one of the mind's Blight.
*
Listen to me
Hear me
Understand me
And then... Help me.
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A/N: i know its not a poem, maybe, but so far these are the bottled up feelings i had for the past few months.
Im sorry for not updating much, its been rough. I lost my touch to my own reveries but i'll sing a better one.
-Navier-