I feel lost, helpless, like im just a burden on people. No one understands me and no one knows who I am. And i guess its good this way as then no one knows the truth. I feel lonley and sometimes i feel like im running, trying to escape my thoughts
Scared to leave the house
Scared that people would look at her
Scared that she would be judged
Scared to simply talk to someone
Scared to get too close
Scared to let someone in
Scared to be herself
She was scared,
That people would know her secret, that they would know who she was.
Come take my hand.
We’re inches away, several miles apart.
Just a little closer. Just a bit more.
You tear up on cue, with a wary soul.
Clouded judgement, forgotten memories.
We promised forever, minds at war.
A love of a lifetime.
Where did we go wrong?
Shards of glass broken, as still as the moonlight.
And now, a fleeting glimpse of goodbye.
Fragments of my life are falling, all around as you sat talking. Not seeing me with your eyes, not hearing your own lies. Not knowing what you are doing, to me. -John Marsden