Thank you for the warm welcome. Just wanted to inform you that I’ll be doing a series of poems the title of the series is Diary Of a Broken Girl… I’ll write as much as I can, I’ll try to make it fun, because it’s mostly sad but enjoy 🙃
Diary Of a Broken Girl
I see him scanning through the room looking at everybody,
Looking through faces he doesn’t know, searching for anybody “where she at?”
He is different I can tell,
He’s new, knew that as well,
He’s tall handsome and fair,
He’s dressed nicely, much like a prince from hell,
His eyes laced with despair, you can tell that he is scared,
Scared of the unknown, scared of what might be next,
Scared of the voices cause they tell him you gon’ be next,
Scared she would be mad, scared she wouldn’t understand,
Scared it wouldn’t last, scared that she might find out,
But that can’t happen, cause she is possibly the only one putting him in check.
Now he asks himself, what am I doing here?
He’d rather be blowing trees and getting lifted,
He’d rather pop pills and pry in his addiction,
He’d rather fantasize than put in work,
And he’ll say “you see it doesn’t really work”.
Thanks for joining me!
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton