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All I Ask
Hold me tightly
Keep me close
Hold together all that's in me.
I feel as if I'm faling to pieces.
Wrap your arms around me
and bring all those pieces together
Hold me tightly
Keep me close,
that's all I ask.
My Sheild Against the Words of the World
Words swirl around me
Thier edges are sharp
They cut my skin and
bring tears to my eyes.
They remind me of my stupity,
my unimportance,
and of the fact that I will never be good enough.
What can I have as a shield against these words?
Can I ever find somenone
Who will be willing to prtoect me
And keep me safe amound the storm of words?
Another Question
Will what I am
ever be good enough to someone?
Or will I always remain hidden
and hurting
or is there hope?
Hope
The pieces of my heart
are on the floor
and the only piece
I bother to pick up anymore
is Hope.
Pure,
simple,
ignorant
Hope.