Beautiful Nightmare Posted October 6, 2003 Report Posted October 6, 2003 Write happy poem they say! But they dont know The darkness inside of me. They dont see the hole Dug deep inside of me They dont see the dark, only false light. Alight that is too bright It cannot be real Why cant they see this? Happy poems would be like this light, False.. Happy is not how I feel. Darkness consumes me It swallows me whole. It tears me up inside, but no one knows. I smile during the day, And at night, I cry. I dont know why i feel this way. But I dont think I want to know. Feelings locked and buried inside For no-one to find. If I dont know thenthey cant, So i sit here with my pen and cry And wonder what is happyness? Why dont i have this feeling? And why do i cry? I guess i will never know why.
Ayshela Posted October 7, 2003 Report Posted October 7, 2003 *hugs* i hope you find out what it is.. and when you do - would you let me know, too?
Peredhil Posted October 7, 2003 Report Posted October 7, 2003 Perhaps if someone does see inside, past the magazine plastic smiles that ripple the surface and leave the aching depths untouched - Perhaps they go along with the false cheer in hopes that you can pretend it into reality? I've found from giving feedback a bit too sharp and a bit too real that sometimes, when people are really fragile and hurting inside, shedding light and showing them themself - can just magnify the hurt. I'd rather love people - as they are, as they want to be. Hugs
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