Feeling trapped within these walls
as I stumble with each fall.
I try to hold my head up high
so no-one ever sees me cry.
But in my mind I scream with fear
painting pictures very clear.
Please tell me this will go away
for it can''t always be this way.
I often wonder if it''s me
it seems that no-one else can see,
pain which dwells deep in my soul
holding tight, not letting go.
Yet, these scars which I wear
tell a story I now bare.
Scars I know can never heal
reminding me this is real.
Tomorrow is another day
and as I stumble on my way
these voices screaming in my head
are silent whispers now instead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ouch, Rene! This piece of writing hurts! ! ! I didn't think I was going to come out the other end! No light at the end of the tunnel, this poem rings loud and clear! Take a bloomin 10, Rene and let me go! ! Suffocatingly, Gina. PS: -)