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she digs her fingernails into her palms

clenches her jaw shut

turns up her stereo

as tears stream down her face

 

thoughts race through her mind

but she knows shes better than them

she can make it through

they'll need her one day

 

she wants out of this broken home

and all these lies

but she has to wait

...suffer...

 

one day she'll be free

that's all she holds on to

is the thought of him

and the 'one day'

 

 

I wrote this earlier...first poem in a long time. I don't know what to think, *blah* opinions welcome. No title either.

 

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Sorry you havin a hard time. A lot of your poems show your stress with this kinda stuff. Things will get better hun. When I was younger I had it hard, and I lived in silence. When you get older and people mature around you more, you eventually are able to open up easier... and things get easier.

 

I enjoyed your poem very much. To the point, it feels good.

 

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