I have things to do thats what I'll say
so I don't have to rear my weary head today
I'm busy in a way you won't understand,
praying for a ticket to the promised land.
The nightmares are real, the days are so long
always questioning where I went wrong.
I carry on regardless with a smile on my face
hoping soon I will get to an happier place.
I take a sip of whiskey just to numb the pain,
it doesn't help even a little, driving me insane.
The walking I do makes me thinner but won't heal
this feeling of darkness that is always too real.
I take deeper breathes, trying to persevere
but the torment always seems to reappear.
The troubles of the past still plague me
making me the scared little girl you don't see.
I can feel the sincerity and true emotion in this peice. Enjoyable to read while relatable . Excellence as always.
3 months ago
I can sense feeling of fear in this poem. The girl is running from her past which scares her, even the whiskey isn't helpful because she is not getting any sleep and torment appears again and again. Without a doubt, it is nice piece of work. May I ask one thing why didn't you mention the reason this girl is so scared of her past. What happened when she was little.