My Days… (9/4/2013)
Back to school I go.
My appearance is just for show.
Starving, day by day.
Nothing left to say.
Struggling from day one.
Nothing is just for fun.
Hearts fill my page.
I doubt it’s from rage.
But now they are broken hearts.
To represent how mine was torn apart.
Mine is now stitched together.
The stitches won’t stay there forever.
My mind is invaded by stress.
Why am I such a mess?
Living behind a complete lie.
Wishing that I could just die.
But again, there is something keeping me here.
The something helps rid my mind of fear.
I wonder how long he could keep my fear away.
Before it slowly destroys my soul one day.
This entry was posted on September 5, 2013 by darkerdawns. It was filed under Poetry and was tagged with appearance, broken heart, days, death, destroy, dying, fear, heart, lies, sadness, school, soul, starving, stitches, stress.