January 3, 2011
By Anonymous

“Go” they whisper
The voices in my head
Pushing my out
Of this place where I’ve bled

This place where my tears
Now cover the floor
Soaking my heart
When they should have been stored.

These little hands push me
Back to my height
From where I’ve been dying
This cold winter night.

“Get off” I scream
I don’t want you here
Where were you
When I suffered from fear?

Where were you
When I begged for you with me
Instead you sat pointing
Tell me, could you see me?

Then why were you
The one who didn’t show
The one who decided
I should be let go

Did it humor you
To see me put down?
When I was the one
Who put me to the ground?

Was this some sort
Of lesson I was taught?
To be mad at the world?
To just lay there and rot?

Explain to me
What I was to learn
Because all that you taught me
Was I’ll never be heard

The author's comments:
This Poem kind of came to me while I was listening to Moonlight Sonata, a piece by Beethoven that I enjoy

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