Here is a poem that I did not write but thought I would share here.
When troubles come your soul to try
You love the friend who just stands by.
Perhaps there’s nothing they can do
The thing is strictly up to you.
For there are troubles all your own
And paths the soul must tread alone.
Times when love can’t smooth the road
Nor friendship lift the heavy load.
But just to feel you have a friend
Who will stand by until the end.
Whose sympathy through all endures
Whose warm handclasp is always yours.
It helps somehow to pull you through
Although there’s nothing they can do.
And so with fervent heart we cry
God Bless the friend who just stands by.
That porcelain smile on her face is fake,
How much wood will it take before she breaks?
The cracks in the smile are starting to show.
When will it break? Will anyone ever know?
I don’t understand why there must be a pain,
But we will keep pretending for as long as we can.
Does anyone see what’s behind that smile?
Maybe if they would listen to her for a little while, then they would know The world of pain and hurt, and loneliness she goes through. Will you listen to her? We will be a friend to her?
Or will she just break into 1 million pieces again!
It’s like her childhood is being repeated by the system that is supposed to help, but instead is re-traumatizing.
I feel like a ship tossed to and fro.
Pushed out to sea and pulled back in again.
Just feel like I’m a pawn in a game of tug of war.
Just feels like a fight I will never win.
Just feel like the darkness will engulf me alive,
And that I will never get the chance to just heal and thrive.
Here’s a poem I wrote a while back. Its being read by a friend. Listen with caution. Could trigger.