Out to the light

poems, spoken word, Uncategorized, writer

Sometimes I ask myself why do I feel alone
Why does it feel like my house is not my home?
Maybe I should hold on a little longer
Maybe there’s a way out of this darkness

I say I’m fine,
But I lie,
Because you’re not ready for what goes on in my mind.

I say I’m alright,
And then I cry,
Because you don’t know the mess I am at night…

I try and I try, it hurts so much, I’m dying inside
No longer can I hide it
Too many memories that I cannot forget
On a loop in my head till I regret
When days get dark, watch me hold on tight
Trying to find my way…

…out to the light.

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