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Silently Cry......

I sit here and silently cry For I feel life is passing me by. I may smile and I may laugh But that is not how I feel, not by half. Inside I am just a giant mess, Am told it is nothing but stress. Not a soul truly sees, The pain is bringing me to my knees! Every choice and decision I second guess. But how can I do anything less? I have no idea what to do. Where am I going? Not a clue! I am just wondering aimlessly along Feeling like no where I belong. Who am I and who am I meant to be? Does anyone know? Please tell me! I am tired of being lonely. Tired of looking for my one and only. Tired of being so cold and numb. Tired of being treated like I am dumb. Inside I have a heart of gold It is not something that can be sold. To the right person it will be given freely. To the right man. I promise. Really. Loving me is not ever going to be easy. Not for the feint of heart or queasy. But will be well worth it to the one in the in the end, To take this heart and make it finally mend.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 7/20/2009 2:23:00 AM
This screams you......Leerie
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Date: 6/6/2009 8:09:00 PM
heart-on-a-sleeve emotion... well done again! Kristy! Jim
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Date: 6/6/2009 2:24:00 PM
Kristy, another gem - i hope your heart mends soon>James
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Date: 5/30/2009 2:54:00 PM
thanks for sharing such an intimate piece of poem that we all can relate to at some point of life. keep going . cheers
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Date: 5/29/2009 6:39:00 PM
This describes me to a T...always, Christy
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Date: 5/29/2009 6:19:00 PM
Wow, I can really relate to the feelings you describe, Kristy. In our darkest hours we can be haunted by the feeling that life has passed us by. The search for "the right man" continues and the absence of his presence in our lives can certainly leave us feeling empty, "cold and numb." You paint a very accurate image of depression and longing. Love, Carolyn
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