No Title-Just that I'm scared
By:Mehwish F.
(Part 1)
The Truth is...everyday I die a little inside.
Regret? I wonder what went wrong...
What I did wrong.
What this time.
Though the physical wounds heal,
my heart and my memories
and my childhood remain
scarred
forever.
No one knows what I am going through.
I never tell anyone the whole story.
I am afraid.
Afraid, that they will
judge me
Their lasting impression
will not be who I
really am.
At first I feel on top,
then I feel as if I've been pushed
off.
Pushed off of where I was on top.
Then I'm falling,
falling,
falling,
falling
I drop.
I die slowly and I cry
I cry,
and I cry,
and I cry
My eyes turn pink,
my nose now red,
my hair a mess,
And I'm falling,
and falling,
and dying,
and dropping
Everyday I die a little inside.
(Part 2)
They tell me my faults,
not how I can improve
They call me names,
not what I could have been
They know there effect,
not what they are
They know what they want.
Not me.
Never me.
(Part 3)
And when I am done
falling and dying,
falling and dropping,
will they regret what they have done?
Will they finally start to care?
The fact of the matter is:
Everyday I die a little inside,
But everyday,
I also rise.
By:Mehwish F.
(Part 1)
The Truth is...everyday I die a little inside.
Regret? I wonder what went wrong...
What I did wrong.
What this time.
Though the physical wounds heal,
my heart and my memories
and my childhood remain
scarred
forever.
No one knows what I am going through.
I never tell anyone the whole story.
I am afraid.
Afraid, that they will
judge me
Their lasting impression
will not be who I
really am.
At first I feel on top,
then I feel as if I've been pushed
off.
Pushed off of where I was on top.
Then I'm falling,
falling,
falling,
falling
I drop.
I die slowly and I cry
I cry,
and I cry,
and I cry
My eyes turn pink,
my nose now red,
my hair a mess,
And I'm falling,
and falling,
and dying,
and dropping
Everyday I die a little inside.
(Part 2)
They tell me my faults,
not how I can improve
They call me names,
not what I could have been
They know there effect,
not what they are
They know what they want.
Not me.
Never me.
(Part 3)
And when I am done
falling and dying,
falling and dropping,
will they regret what they have done?
Will they finally start to care?
The fact of the matter is:
Everyday I die a little inside,
But everyday,
I also rise.