Every reason I had to try
is in a puddle on the floor
I think I'm dying.
I'm in a forever darkness
and there is no way out
and I don't want to stay
Maybe I'm just fooling myself
I make reasons to try
and they all flow away
Everyone claims they love me
And I don't think they lie
It's just the real me is in
the darkest corner of my mind
No one's seen her
No one knows her
They just assume they love her
But she's weak and
She's scared
And no one would really care
about that girl with blonde hair
So she's going to stay
there until her soul heal
until she knows how she really feels
So while she's there
I will be the strong one
and I'll pretend to care
I'll make everything better
I'll make everything right
I'll protect whats left of her heart
until she decidesto take her back life
Then maybe you'll see
and maybe you'll believe
You don't want the real me
HER
I don't think there is much I can say about this one. Just read it and tell me what you think.Did you like this poem? Write one of your own!
