I’ve never thought about what
love could be, until I met these
people. Until I met people I could
trust. I wondered for years
what that word was. Now, here I am.
Several attempts in the past. Drugs
and alchohol behind me. I’m here.
No more cutting. It’s harder than I ever
imagined, but I’m slightly safer. I’ve
never tried this hard to make a difference
in my life. I’ve never tried to keep alive.
What is it that’s keeping me here now?
It can’t be what I feel in my heart…
can it? It can’t be that I’m growing beyond
my shell. Panic sets in. My heart beats faster,
I can’t trust. I can’t be here and be happy,
it’s not right. He took away my rights to be
here, and be happy..didn’t he? Or is it all
a lie? Am I capable of love?
Love? What am I thinking?
There is no love. Atleast…that’s
what I thought.
3 comments
thats beautiful! =)
It’s nothing. Just a poem, like the title states…
Just a poem? that’s what it was until you created it. than it became a new spout of beauty and life. that’s what you made Justathought. you made something beautiful, out of the true deep down Love that you have. thank you for writing this, and thank you for your friendship.