Running Out Of Space
Like a computer that’s about to crash.
Storing memories of the past.
Trying to release some of the pain.
Letting the thoughts drive me insane.
Attempting to keep up a look of pride.
While storing more and more pain inside.
They say - You look so beautiful, confident and strong.
But time and time I prove them wrong.
The outward appearance is what you see.
Beautiful, Brown, and Curvy, that’s me.
I’m dying inside trying to maintain my grace.
Soon I will crash; I’m running out of space.
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Pain
Pain is what I feel with this and the urge to reach out and think how thankful we should be we have this outlet to release some of the hurt and pain.If your words can make another person feel that should tell you how good it is.
Gloria
Thanks
Unfortunately the poems I write about are me, but I'm thankful for forums like this one to share with people that care.
I don't know what to say
I don't know what to say except..loss of words really for the pain you write about...its times like these one feels helpless,just wishing it was in one's power to wipe away every last trace of hurt.powerful write indeed
Thanks for caring
Writing to me is like wiping away the tears, I'm releasing the pain by putting it on paper.