Open UpMature

Utter shock.


Tears that spring into my eyes.

Unwanted cries.

I will never open myself up to any again.

The cold creeping once again into my heart.

Its welcomed.

It will keep me together again.

Like a old friendly enemy.

I will share with nobody my feelings or secrets.

I am worthless.

I had such hope.

Hope that was dashed to the ground like pottery.

No relief for the wicked.

What I am.


The voices come back.

I welcome them.

I deserve them.

He is here the entire time.

Gentle whispers.

Open yourself up one more time.

I will never hurt you.

The End

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