This is a piece i wrote a few years ago when I was struggling to find out who I was |
I took a closer look at a friend of mine today I could see little pieces of her Beginning to fade away I almost didn't recognize the woman standing there she wore a blank expression I could see she didn't care Her eyes were cold and dark hiding the pain locked up inside When did she last get sleep? What was she so desperate to hide? And when I lowered my eyes I caught the paleness of her tone She looked so frail and fragile and so completely alone. Then I heard her speak a question as my eyes met her empty stare "What would people say, If they knew of my nightmare?" Somehow I think I understood the question she had asked. But I had not the answer, It was locked up in my past. I have known this girl forever Before her soul had gotten lost She was hiding from the pain unaware of what it would cost. She was willing to feel nothing If it meant she'd feel no pain not caring for the sunshine That's promised after the rain. I can see she has grown weary her eyes reveal as much she is lost within herself A cold heart, no one can touch. I hear her screams so clearly Though her expression never sways Her silence screams so obvious She's been crying out for days. Why am I the only one Who can hear her desperate cry? I want to help, but what if I fail I am afraid to even try. I know I should reach out to her Shake her at her very core, And beg and plead and shout to her "NO MORE!! NO MORE!! NO MORE!!" I know the strength within her I have seen her will to live I see her broken spirit now, she feels she has nothing left to give. Somehow I must get to her I have to find a way to set her free This closer look now has revealed This woman is me |