mirrors for all our hearts.

When the sun rises, those demons can melt away 

the rays of sunlight keep the lonliness at bay 

a long drawn out night that dripped into day 

you need to tell me that someday 

some way 

this pain will go away 

you need to let me know that this heart ache and sorrow can be held at bay

and i know it will turn into burning dismay 

i am the single thread that started this fray 

a heart breaker 

a heart taker 

a manipulative faker 

i am a maker 

the creater, the puppetear 

with my heart walled up living in fear 

i don't know what i'm doing and i can hear

them all snear 

the voices in my head cooing and awing "listen to us dear" 

i wish the ending to this story was near 

like it was once so long ago 

don't worry it's all a show 

a moving picture of an all time low 

the wild and beautiful eagle, that has the hidden heart of a crow 

rock solid, ice cold, some scarred path was the mold 

i've been trying to keep it together but the glue won't hold 

and i never said that i was bold 

a shitty hand of cards that i can't fold 

my life is just a silly gambble 

and my thoughts and feelings a jumbled mess, a ramble.

i'm panicking and falling and it's a messy scramble. 

there aren't many who can see 

what this has done to me 

but like they cared who i'd be. 

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