Citizen Soldier Band songs in a poem
Sometimes life is a Still Frame and I know others aren't as Broken As Me. I can Pretend My Pain Away but I can't Just Be Happy. You can talk about Who I Am or who I was but I will never Give Up To (My) Ghosts.
You don't know My Little Secret; that I'm Not Okay and just want to Run Away From Myself. I only see the Worst In Me or maybe you only se the Worst In Me. You can't tell by looking, but I Hate Myself and behind my eyes, it is Always December and there is no Golden Weather to be seen. I always want to be Anyone But Me and I do feel like a Scarecrow.
I can't express that I can't be Alone With Myself. I'm always Screaming I'm Silence wondering If These Scars Could Speak, would they tell you that I'm Still Breathing in this Madhouse called life? Where this Weight Of The World is on my shoulders because I'm always Strong For Someone Else but not for myself.
I'm not Sacred; I am not Good Enough For God. I'm still Waiting On The Sun even when the sun is shining. I have someone to talk to but the reality is that I don't need Therapy because my Therapy IS music.
I think I have reached my Limit. Please just Let Me Let Go. You can't Talk Me Down, I already have too many Tattoos.
I want to hear someone tell me "You Are Enough" and not breakdown crying. Sometimes, I think I am Found or at least Stronger Than My Storm, but then I go back to feeling useless and not strong enough.
If I could just tell myself Hallelujah I’m Not Dead, just maybe that will keep on encouraging me
Copyright © Daria Williams | Year Posted 2023
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