Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Can you?

I'm tired of hiding behind these four walls,
there seems to be less and less room in here these days,
can't tell if the room is getting smaller or the things I hide are getting bigger.

I'm sick of laying awake alone,
I'm sick of the endless, sleepless night trying to fall asleep in tears,
I'm sick of it being my fault, even though it is, I am the one to blame.

I love that it hurts, maybe it will teach me a lesson,
I love that I can never be hurt by anyone as much as I hurt myself,
I love that one day there will be and end to all of this... One way or another.

Can you hear my silent screams for help?
Could you ever care?
Could you ever listen?

I'm tired,
I'm sick,
I love,

Can you help?

4 comments:

  1. The way you place the words at the end adds to the desperation of this piece. You captured the feeling very well.

    My favorite line "I love that I can never be hurt by anyone as much as I hurt myself" isn't that the truth.

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  2. I like the way you put your emotions forward in your writings. You really are a very good writer. :)

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  3. I agree with Eva on this piece. You captured the feeling very well indeed. And I should know. I'm no stranger to what you have described.

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  4. "can't tell if the room is getting smaller or the things I hide are getting bigger"

    This was so brilliant. I felt almost everything you described.

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