Who am I?

I am someone that’s in love

Someone that’s weak to the bone

Someone that wishes on stars above

I have friend, but inside I’m alone

 

I trow of death

I cry ere I wit wherefore

Days I’m out of breath

I trow to myself wherefore

 

Thou canst mark my words that I say

But I wit who is me

I’m a poet for a day

Next I’m an artist that wants to be

 

I have emotions that leave scars

I have thoughts that may describe me insane

I’m just someone that got into depression way to far

Someone that cries over pain

 

Thither hath been overmany depression

In my life time for too long

Sometimes I wish I didn’t had depression

I’m weak inside, but people say I’m strong

 

Thither art some days I wish I would end

Sometimes I can’t explain my tears

So a smile is only for pretend

To hide my pain from every broken year

Reviews

[Danielle]

There is raw emotion here which makes for good poetry. Nice work!

[Janice Fronek(red.panda)]

thanks

[beautiful dreamer]

how is it that you sound just like me when we are totally different. i pretend i'm happy for everyone. and i can never explain my tears. ever. i relate with this very much very very much. good write.

[Janice Fronek(red.panda)]

thanks