A Promise (READ THIS...PLLLLEASE)
This poem is very personal, and possibly one of my best...I just wrote it a couple of minutes ago, and when my mom read it, she actually cried! I ask you to read this with intensity, and you should listen to the song Still by Hurt, that is what I listened to while writing this. Please read it with every ounce of emotion. Thanks...
I am not very good at fixing you,
I have used glue, but you just
stick to me and pull and pull
I have used tape,
but the pieces don't
seem to go on straight
I have stitched you up
but the string just breaks
My fingertips are torn and bloody,
My soul is worn thin, I don't
think I can fix you, are you
even worth it?
I am sorry I asked that,
but I have realized now
that I am broken.
It hurts, I can't even cry,
we are two destroyed dolls
now, just thrown to the side.
I can't move, but I am still alive,
You are telling me we should just
give up and die, that we would be
happy in the afterlife.
Then I realized why I could
never fix you, because you
never really wanted to be fixed at all.
From the very beginning, you
wanted me to fall, but this
broken doll will not die, the
afterlife will have to wait another time
No matter how long it takes
the glue to dry, no matter how many times
I must stitch myself tight, I will rise up
and be a shining light.
Beautiful with my scars and damaged heart,
Never again will I fall, I promise that
to you all...
I promise that to you all.