If I gave this my all it would rip me apart.
Using the anonymity of this blog, for me, would be like trying rip out an over grown wisdom tooth.
What if I slip and let go of one of my secrets?
That I have been holding for 8 years.
I would have an Identity Crisis.
For if I let go I wouldn't know what to be in a world where your future does matter.
I cling the things I wish didn't make up me.
Why is writing this down making me shake?
Like when I sing in front too many people?
Have I already shared too much with people that don't truly know me?
I need more statements. Love scares me. I love to climb trees.
Why do I hide from my family when I enjoy their company?
Maybe it is because we fight too much.
How have I hidden here in plain view?
I am too empathic.
I really love the honesty in that we all feel this way to some degree, and you are very bold about saying so. Because I cling to those kinds of things too.
ReplyDeletePictures are meant for memories and remembering the good times.
ReplyDeleteBut have you ever thought how pictures can haunt?
The Pictures That Haunt
Pictures of the past cover my walls
Each one telling a different story
Each one showing a different place, different people, different memories
But they all haunt me
I always go back to that time
I go back to the time where I can never return
That time is gone and will never come back
Yet these pictures haunt me
They speak to me in soft quiet wispers
They remind me of only the dark times
There is no light in these pictures
They each tell a story of the dark
The pain, the tears, and the fear surround me.
Fear of before coming back once again
They haunt of what will be because of what was
They cover my walls
They lure me into darkness
They are my best friend when I see them as enemies
These are the pictures that haunt me