Wednesday, July 8, 2009


It hurts deep inside to have this weak skin
that breaks at the slightest touch within
any kind of push or struggle tears away
at the core and makes it hard to make it thru the day
wondering when you'll ever be normal inside
not constantly wanting to hide from the world
like a scared little girl
hiding under the bed from a monsterous demon
that leaves you panting and screaming
on the edge of anxiety, deep in fight
making it difficult to sleep thru the night
but it hurts and it burns and its draining me
why, does it have to be


Tabby said...

Hi Melissa,

I love this poem even if its sad.
Hope your having a bit of fun today.

Amanda said...

((((((((((((((MELISSA)))))))))))))))I love the poem,I know how it feels to be like this.

jiggins said...

Loving those words you wrote Melissa..hey by the way.. thanks for following con·tin·u·um , which i will be re-building soon.. but join me over at Splitting Tens .. it is where I blog the most these days! Hope to see you there!

Missy said...

I can relate..