My first blog is a poem I wrote called The Broken Girl. It talks about a girl who is having a hard time and seems very depressed. She keeps smiling and hides her real pain nobody sees how hurt she actually is. It talks about how she's tired os hiding her real pain. In one line it says " I'm exhausted from trying to be stronger than I truly am " She is having a hard time with all the weight on her shoulders and she is so upset and sad she's exhausted form being sad.
The Broken Girl
Just because her eyes don't tear
Doesn't mean her heart don’t cry
And
Just because she comes off strong
Doesn’t mean nothing's wrong
I wish you listen closer to the song I play
The lyrics speak the words I fail to say
I’m so sick of pretending that I’m ok
I’m falling to pieces
Nobody sees this
Nobody knows how broken I am
I’m sick of crying
Tired of trying
Yes I’m smiling
But inside I’m dying
Every thought is a battle
Every breath is a war
I don’t think I’m winning anymore
I’m tired
Not sleepy tired
Just tired of everything
I am exhausted
From trying to be stronger than I truly am
Emotionally I’m done
Mentally I’m drained
Spiritually I feel dead
Physically I smile
My silence is just another word for my pain
Do you ever wonder why things turn out the way they do?
People have seen things and ask why.
I have seen what could have been
And ask why it wasn’t
I feel like I’m waiting for something
The Broken Girl
Just because her eyes don't tear
Doesn't mean her heart don’t cry
And
Just because she comes off strong
Doesn’t mean nothing's wrong
I wish you listen closer to the song I play
The lyrics speak the words I fail to say
I’m so sick of pretending that I’m ok
I’m falling to pieces
Nobody sees this
Nobody knows how broken I am
I’m sick of crying
Tired of trying
Yes I’m smiling
But inside I’m dying
Every thought is a battle
Every breath is a war
I don’t think I’m winning anymore
I’m tired
Not sleepy tired
Just tired of everything
I am exhausted
From trying to be stronger than I truly am
Emotionally I’m done
Mentally I’m drained
Spiritually I feel dead
Physically I smile
My silence is just another word for my pain
Do you ever wonder why things turn out the way they do?
People have seen things and ask why.
I have seen what could have been
And ask why it wasn’t
I feel like I’m waiting for something