You might not believe it but your encouragement really has helped me.
Another poem:
The image flashes
I see my heart,
bleeding inside me
torn apart.
the wounds so deep,
blood is splattered,
destroyed and crumbled,
in pieces its shattered.
once so young,
innocent and pure,
naive, ignorant,
of good future was sure.
and carefree young girl,
my life’s now switched around,
I’m a heartbroken soul,
pain and misery I’ve found.
What has happened,
to my blissful, youthful days?
my teachers and elders,
seem younger in so many ways.
do they understand?
do they know pain?
have they suffered in life too?
are my cries in vain?