Don't Make A Sound Read Count : 84

Category : Poems

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Endless nights;

Endless fights.

I can't be alone,

I don't want to go home.

Don't have to listen, it's your choice,

I just wanted to share my voice.

My brain is bruised and fried,

I'm racing the constant tide.

Save myself;

I need some help.

I need answers to find,

I just can't hide.

I don't seek attention, though I wish that were the case,

I play off my illness because, I don't want to face.

I act like I'm okay when I'm really not,

My "fine" Is overrated and I don't want to talk.

So I just sit there and pretend I'm in a world,

That people could see right through me as a sad little girl.

I don't want worry, I don't want pity,

I just want to escape this dark city.

You don't know what's in my head,

So don't even try, listen instead.

No, never mind, because I don't want to say,

That my head is killing me each and every day.

In a soft and beautiful place,

I would love to talk about my problems without you being on my case.

If I talk to you about how I feel,

That means I'd love you to listen, I want to appeal.

Now that I have the floor, please sit down.

Talk to me, don't yell, don't make a sound. 

Comments

  • That was beautiful

    Sep 26, 2018

  • Karianne Gabaldon

    Karianne Gabaldon

    Thank you very much!

    Sep 26, 2018

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