(poems go herAs I began – I worried.
Would any of this piece of work matter?
Would people ever really pay attention to my words,
to see my soul battered?

Yesterday I cried for the one’s who are speechless and pain speaks louder than words ever will.
Yesterday I cried for the one’s whose agony and sorrow is constantly washed away by water and salt like sleet steel.
I don’t mean to make you feel like you need to relapse or recap; to feel as though you should of felt bad.
I just need you to hear and listen to where I’m coming from – just hear my story.
I hurt deep down inside,
More than words can ever explain.
So, it feels as though I’m breathing life but never living.
The pain is something I cannot explain.
The vague hope I have when I feel my praise will rein.
I got tear drops that fall like rain but hurt like hail;
Yes, a true deception
Minus my correction.
I stayed speechlessly hurt
But, maybe if I opened my mouth it would not be so.

Yesterday I cried for the one’s who are speechless and pain speaks louder than words ever will.
Yesterday I cried for the women who get beat and knocked off their feet to their faces,
But respect their selves enough to leave.
Being beaten in front if her kids almost everyday.
You beat her body but her soul remains.
She was so strong but you never knew what her mind contained.
She was young as ever and though she knew love,
But in all actuality,
She did not know who she was.

Yesterday I cried for the one’s who are speechless and pain speaks louder than words ever will.
For the one who is on the battlefield with no reason to fight
But, will only put up one for their obstacles to seem right.
Leaving you in suspense and in and intense feeling,
Just tell me what to do when my world is reeling.
Trying to wake me up?
Please do not attempt to.
I do not want to know the reality of the way I’m living and the reason it is panning out the way it is.
But, I guess it is okay because my conscience will be gone by the end of the day.
Yesterday I cried for the one’s who are speechless and pain speaks louder than words ever will.
Yesterday I cried for our sons, who are filled with bluff,
Way too tuff,
Soul’s disgust,
To the ones they talk to,
But that’s only a must.

Yesterday I cried for the underestimated which I understand.
Yesterday I cried for myself,
As I’m pleading for the help.
Yes, yesterday I cried but today I feel the pain –
Courageous, brave, outstanding, speechless, hurt and loving.
Eventually will move on but I know it will never be the same.
Today I cried,
But it will never matter because my soul will still be battered.

Poems are heart-filling.
They symbolize the way someone feels.
They take people to a place in their mind that they will never be able to leave.
Heart-wrenching,
Soul searching words,
On a crisp white sheet of paper
That will probably never be looked at.
Time wasted,
But time given.
Suicidal thoughts,
But still living.
Smiling now?
One blessing,
And given out word lessons.