Gallery of Pain: My Tylenol by Melody
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Melody
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She cries by herself to her pillow at night
The blankets are soaked in her tears The pain she hides so well through the day Pouring out of her at last. Getting up, she sits by the mirror It feels so good to be alone And she pulls up her sleeve Revealing what no one else has seen Her secret treasure of pain Scratching away at old scars, fading She can see the layers fall As though she is tearing off layers of weakness Faults, and fears, she feels so good Now she can sleep. New scars are swelling, by morn they'll be done She's ready to face a new day. I did it again To prove that I could I did it again To show you I would I did it again it was all that I had Even though I knew That you would be sad I pushed deeper, harder To find all of the pain And dig it all out Then I did it again But I hid it away So you'd never see I wanted you to believe That I'd stopped being me And though I do it again I want you to know That I really am trying So please don't let me go. |
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