Poetic Girls

The music spoke like the

pages of a book

calling to me, begging me closer

my mother singing and asking me to

sing with her, but I can’t

she doesn’t like my voice it

is too soft and

my mother, she hates it.

Keeper of secrets,
Keeper of keys,
Keeper of what one doesn’t see;
Keeper of what lies behind
the eyes that lie so much to guide
the jaded lives of those that behold
the guilty truths of innocent lives,
and the simple reality that nothing is.

The world is dark and cold
Why is there no light?
Why am I sitting here alone
When I should be there with you?

I’m I not good enough
Not pretty enough
or is it because of her
That women next to you?

With her long dark hair
swollen red lips
and her bright green eyes
Why does she laugh?

She laughes at me
I see her pointing now
She thinks I’m funny
But why, I don’t know why?

You turn and see me
You also laugh
now I wonder what I did
Why her and not me?

My world is dark and cold
No one cares
You have gone and I am here
Cold empty and wondering

Why not me?

I try to smile but it will not come

I try to laugh but instead I cry

I hope for love but all all I get is pain

I want to be happy, but I cannot be all the same.

I need to feel loved

Not forgotten

Someday I hope to find peace

Someday I will find me.

My life is over, I am a 90 year old women trapped in a 24 year old body.

No one cares about me, no one cares if I live or die,

I’m sure most people who read this wont even know me as I am sure the people who do know me don’t care enough to read what I write.

Some of this may be my fault as I cut myself off from the world, but tell me why didn’t you come find me?

I know why you don’t care.

So now I give up and give in, I will not fight anymore, I will not try anymore.

I have failed at everything I have ever wanted to do, and even things I didn’t.

I belive I should have died by now, I know no one would miss me as I am nothing and will allways be that way.

I am easily forgotten, and not needed by anyone.

I have led a life that no one will ever understand nor do they want to.

I will never be a trophy therefore I am not loved.

I will allways wish and hope that one day it will all change, but it wont, it doesn’t when I try and it doesn’t when I don’t.

So now I go to sleep and I dream dreams that I wish were real, dreams of a life of happness and love.

Dreams where I am in arms that love me and will keep me safe until tomorrow when I wake up and wish to just stay asleep forever.