Wordssayalot

Today, A friend asked me, "Would you write a poem on me?" .  .  And I wondered what it feels To be written as a poem. I wondered, what it feels To no longer be a mortal To know you'll live forever In words of a poet who once, Or forever, cared for you. I wondered if I was written a poem For me, about me, Would they write about how I liked my presentation in a shade of blue Or about how I write my notes With an ink that matched my chocolate wrapper. Would they write about how I broke my resolution within a day And made resolutions about keeping resolutions Or about how I never broke my promises Or about how I broke down after realising That a relationship I admired was Only painted in pinks and yellows But was just another form of abuse. Would they write about how Sometimes I rant about you, Sometimes I rant about society Or sometimes just stay so silent That they wonder if I lost my voice. Would they write about the poems I wrote Or the stories I shared, Would they write ...

And even if I'm spending nights without sleeping: Feeling empty, yet heavy, having thoughts that I can't understand, Watching my soul crying in the darkness inside me, Living how I don't deserve to, because of the mistake that was done by someone else, Sent to where they think I can't comeback, Where I've to fight even if I want to cry Where even the walls don't talk to me, Where there's nobody to understand me I will rise, I've found the light inside me that wants to sweep the darkness away, That wants to take my soul out of the darkness where it is crying. I will walk even if I've to walk on the edge of this slippery cliff and I won't fall down I will understand me when nobody wants to. Because it's me who has got to find where my soul finds the happiness. And I promise myself that i'll never let this light go off, I'll help it shine brighter and brighter and one day this light will lead me out of here, Help me live how I ever wante...