Alone and Bottled up
So long I have lived in pain
Yet he just now can see
All the pain and grief
That consumes all of me
How can I be happy
When I’ve only ever been hurt
Instead of vowing to heal my scars
He is distant and curt
Why can’t he see I’m not broken
But rather shattered into bits
Pieces of me falling away
With all of life’s hits
I don’t mean to be empty
If I could be happy then I would
But how will he ease the sorrow
When nobody else could
This poem is about:
Me