Slowly I Die Poem by martina Martin

it hurts,
who can i tell what i feel?
who has time to listen?
they all care about their business
walking past as i be a ghost
i just need an ear
maybe a hug
a smile wouldn't be too bad
they are all too busy to notice
to notice that slowly i die...

i am fine, thanks i say
faking a smile
hoping that they will look keenly
look keenly to see the pain in my eyes
slowly i die...

i feel immune
i am immune to the pain
i don't care anymore
after all what do i have to loose
the little i had has been stolen from me
the value i once gave myself...
which value, i wonder?

is it wet?
he asks.
I wanna see, he says
yes, my eyes are wet with tears
but does he care?
i put on a brave face, maybe this time
maybe this time he will send me a voucher
its so wet i say
let me see he says
show me the two
disgusted with myself
angry at myself
bitter at what it has turned me into
i show them to him
i fake a smile, i should enjoy it after all
after all he wants me to enjoy it
yes baby, do you like it?
slowly i die...

back in the day i too had dreams
dreams of a better life
ironic, slowly i die...