Konichiwa people, here's another poem with is dedicated to someone very special, this is probably the only time I will ask you not to flame my writing...
But Can You Hear Me…?
I hover here…
Being my happy-go-lucky self…
Trying not to get in your way…
Or anybody else's way…
I can always hear you…
Whether you being in front of me…
Or behind closed doors…
And when you come out and find me…
You're wondering what I'm smiling for…
Someone has to remain the same…
Someone can not have these so called mood swings to keep this team in check…
I have to keep being my happy-go-lucky self…
Otherwise I would shrink to the size of a so called elf…
I hear your laughs… as you make me laugh…
And I hear your cries… as you make me cry…
I'm hurting inside…and I wonder why…
How I can hear you, but can't hear me… Dear friend of mine…
As you find me… sitting here…
Always expecting me… to be here…
My mind is screaming…
My heart is bleeding…
And I still wonder why you can't hear me…
It's not that hard, to feel your pain…
I sense it daily, with nothing to gain…
I wonder why, I still sit here…
When my heart is crying, 'Pick up the knife and go there'…
As I grasp the knife…
I think of life…
And as I dig it in, I truly wonder…
Why I can hear your every breath…
But you can't hear my final scream…
Another dark and weird poem… Hope you like… This is a dedication to my Grandma who died on Sunday Morning, so if I don't update my stories soon, I am sorry, I just don't feel like writing at the moment…
D-I-WaRrIa