Poetry

I cry myself to sleep
As I can hardly breathe
Telling myself I’m alone
For the millionth time
 
It shouldn’t be right
The thoughts that I have
But it seems better
Then telling myself a regrettable lie
 
I’m learning slowly
How to keep my mouth shut
With all the important things
Always left unsaid
 
Well maybe not so important
When it’s coming from me
Just a girl, just another child
What more can there be to me?
 
 
 
 
 
What’s so important?
That I’ve got to say
That would want to make people listen
Instead of shrugging me away
 
Is it attention I’m seeking?
No, that can’t be right
Maybe just a pair of ears
To hear me out for tonight
 
A shoulder to cry on
A strong hand to hold
A sweet and gentle whisper
Telling me that I’m wrong
 
Telling me I’m not alone
And that my feelings do matter
No matter how useless they seem
No matter how stupid they sound
 
For I’m as important
As anybody else
Well…aren’t I?
Can I at least believe in that much?