Crying... - Poem by Christine Chas
Crying for the past thirty minutes. Why? I don't know. Life, death, love, friendships. These words have such a far deeper meaning to me than so many would think.
I am trying to see, what's lying in front of me. So I can see how to push it away. But it's untouchable, unfeelable, unreachable. But, what the hell? So am I, so is everything around me.
My eyes seek the person there, not the picture hiding it, not the face covering it up. Why can't nobody do that to me? Why can't they see through these eyes and into my soul? ...
So many questions needing to be answered. So many they cannot say, so many I cannot bear to hear. No communication. No light. I can't see anything.
I look at an empty face in the mirror, tears scribbled all over. Streaming down this terrified face, this feared up little girl hiding inside a fearless body. A body who hates itself, who's mad at the world for making everybody. Mad at God for creating a world with so many imperfections, but with so little happiness. Nothing to fulfill us with. No one to be love by.
-ended, on a later date with: But God loves us! -
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