Poems from VivienPendragon
I'm not bleeding it out.
There are no razors to touch my skin,
none to cut it.
Bleeding does not help.
Not like others said.
Physical pain...
Finally I am free, Free to be me, Whomever that is. His words no longer lead the way, now its what I say. Day after day, all I did, was...
People think me strong. I know that I am weak. People think me wise. I know that I am foolish. People think me happy. I know that despair...
Nod. Smile. Nod. Smile. Now....Laugh. There is nothing that is true. Nothing left with truth. He took truth away. What is this possible...
I hate those days... When all smiles are forced. Laughing is lying. I hate those days, When getting out of bed, Seems like a step into hell...