Poems from elizabente
I buried myself alive
The walls of this grave
Are slick with self loathing
Every word they say
Every insult and criticism
Is another...
I have found
Another to seduce
Another to profess
Great love for me
And yet....
I cannot return it
I care
I "love"
But I am not
In love...
Today I lie
On my bed
Pain swarming
In my head
Wishing you were
Somehow here again
Have you forgotten
Do...
God I stand alone
In a sea of people
Looking through me
Past me
An occasional greeting
A summer night fling
Three words that really
Don't...
The small things
Hurt the most
The little words
Scream the loudest
The nice words
Veiled in caring
Stab the deepest
The constant
Berating...