The Stitches that hold me together

Are getting ready to break

I’m not sure how much more I can take

 

Despair

Everything I do is wrong

How many more times will my life play this God awful song

 

The Ribbons

That hold the tear

Are straining under the weight they bear

 

I’m tired

Of silently carrying this load

My heart is going to explode

 

My Friends, My Family

My feelings I don’t dare

But here, with an unknown audience, I share

 

I know I shouldn’t

Bottle the Pain and Hurt away

I always think I’ll deal with it later, someday

 

Meanwhile

The pressure is building deep inside

The tears are burning behind my eyes

 

And people ask me

Cross my invisible line

I’m miserable and broken, the teenage equivalent of ‘I’m Fine’

 

I can feel it

Its pressing down inside my head

My very footsteps feel dead

 

Behind the Façade

I am uncertain

Because sometimes light slips through the curtain

 

I am so afraid

Of what they would say

If they saw me backed in the corner this way

 

 

 

And so

I put away the Pen

Trapped in my personal Lion’s Den

 

Through Another

Day I Plod

Only God knowing I’m a Fraud

 

Give me the strength

To carry on

For Only I Can Change My Song                                                        

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