A Poem by DarkStar

I don't remember when it changed, 
When life got that bit darker. 
Bad things happened and they were hell, 
But the good things, they were stronger. 

Until one day, somewhere in the past,
Something seemed to change. 
I knew without a doubt in mind, 
Nothing would be the same. 

It was a normal day, it changed.
Like the one before. 
I got up, got dressed and left the house,
Made sure I'd locked the door. 

At school they taunted me so, 
For the thousandth time.
But something in the way they said it,
Flipped a switch inside. 

I still cried at home most nights, 
But there was no longer pain, 
I think it was habit really, 
One I'd hate to succumb to again. 

The thing about the constant cry,
Is it means it doesn't work. 
It means you cannot feel the things, 
That really ought to hurt.

Instead you should worry most, 
When the cries do stop.
That is when you can be sure, 
I've truly had enough. 

© 2017 DarkStar

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Added on November 8, 2017
Last Updated on November 8, 2017



Manchester, United Kingdom

I am me. I write what I feel. It's mostly sad, and I am sorry for that. But such is life my friends. I hope you enjoy reading my work. And I am sure I will enjoy reading yours. - - - - - - - - - - -.. more..

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