A Story In Stanzas

I fall to my knees
desperate and bleeding
tears are trailing down my cheeks
and my heart isn't beating.

All my walls are breaking,
all my secrets are spilling out,
staining the ground
and being seen by all.

Betrayal,
my loss of trust
and my loss of innocence
as a child.

Fear and hate
develop in their place,
I build walls to hide behind.

Friends are hard to come by,
I know things and I do things I shouldn't.

Others are finally catching up,
they're seeing the world as I've known it for
as long as I can remember.

They tell me I'm childish
because they know more then me
when I've known it all along.

Friends are leaving,
drifting away,
dying even.

My heart feels shattered,
dark and drying blood makes it feel better,
though no one knows.

Death becomes tempting,
but poetry and prose draw me in,
letting me die and live again.

I write out how I feel,
what I've seen,
what I wish I'd never seen and didn't know,
but people don't believe it,
don't understand,
don't care to.

But as I'm crying on my knees
purging my wounded soul,
I still hope someone does.