Negative voices
Thoughts of pain
Feelings of regret
Self esteem drained
It's hard to maintain
And remain sane
Self image ****** up
But he still loves me anyway

God, there are so many things I want in life but they feel so out of reach, I feel so trapped in a cage that has no way of escape. I'm suffocating under the weight of this heartbreaking world that I don't know how to fix.

God,
Hears every unspoken words,
Sees every unseen wounds,
Mends every unbearable pain,

Why can't we love HIM?

A rhyme or two
makes happy the man
who lives in a shoe.

Poems don't always have to rhyme
Not all are salable, you won't have a dime
It'll be forgotten as it passes time
You can only be proud to call it 'mine'

It won't be judged by a critic
Nor passed to a panel like a thesis
No one would proofread it
Nor someone scolding you to remember the basic

But without rhyme, how can you call it a poem?
Shouldn't poems have that beautiful tone?
Play with words to rhyme - a job of a poet
But not all poems that rhymed are the best

I fell asleep
      with you
    on my mind
I woke up
And you
      were still there



**When's this gonna end?