On the edge of breaking

I smile when I want to cry

I laugh when I wanna scream

You wanna know why

Because when I cry or when I scream

It's pushed aside like a child's plea

They ignore my pain, my sorrow and my scars

They pass it off as a joke

I am not a joke and I don't find my pain amusing

I don't believe my tears fall just so you can laugh

and continue to break what little part of me is still intact

I am breaking but you don't see that I bet you'd see it when I'm gone

When the only thing left is the bloodstained memory of me

When I was just someone to laugh at and nothing else

I bet I won't be so funny then will I?

Comments

9 years ago

Wow, this is really deep, it hit home in a lot of aspects for me. Keep writing, you've got a gift, don't let it go unnotticed.

9 years ago

Thanks a lot for this it made my day