My Cross To Bare Poem by Jennifer Smith

Why do you make me suffer this way?
You make it hard for me to breath.
I mean to say things to you.
I open my mouth, and....nothing.
I catch my breath.
Some strange force is holding me back
I wish it wouldn't so that i can move on.
But it only stays locked away deep inside my heart and soul.
The hope of an unexspected answer keeps me living.
But the sorrow of an achy heart kills me.
It is as if im living but dead.
Doomed to walk the earth alone.
With nothing to comfort me but my tears and fears.
But what is there to be scared of?
You knowing? , or the thought of you not being there?
My heart sings beautiful melodeys for you.
Do you hear there sweet songs?
My feelings are the inspiration, and your love is the song.
That love tangles and twists with the visions of your smile, your loving eyes, your pleasent voice.
All of these things scare me.
It all builds up and up, bigger and bigger.
Until, i am nothing but a mixture of feelings collided with thorns.
The thorns are uneasy by the beating of my heart.
They rip and puncture it. trying to make it stop.
They like the blood. they like the pain.
It pleases them to see it happening by there ruthless tips.
The blood flows from every which way.
But still it keeps coming.
And my heart is still full. t
The love is never ending.
The pain is still there.
The scars are never mending.
Its my cross to bare.