Tuesday, 15 September 2009
08:29:27 PM (GMT)
Because Stella wanted to see one of my poems.
So tell me it’ll be alright.
Tell me I’ll make it through the night.
Tell me I can live my life.
Without any pain or any strife.
Tell me things can only get better from here.
Tell me I’ll never have to shed another tear.
Your words are empty as the fall on my ear.
But your empty words are all I want to hear.
At the end of the day.
When nothing has gone my way.
When I try to be strong.
While everything is wrong.
When I sit and cry.
Just tell me a little white lie.
Tell me everything will be fine.
Tell me it’ll all be okay.
As my nerves begin to fray.
When I feel all alone.
And I’m trapped in this cone.
This cone of self-hatred and self-harm.
Try to sway me with your charm.
Your words might be empty, but they are what I want to hear.
I need someone behind me who will give me a little cheer.
Just whisper sweet nothings into my ear.
Because your empty words are all I want to hear.