Understand By: Jenny Alforria
I wish someone could peer into the cracks of my broken soul.
And understand what makes me so cold.
I wish someone could see behind
the lies I tell
and know that I’m not well.
I wish someone could look into my eyes and see that even when I’m laughing
I really want to cry.
I wish someone could hear the beats of my heart
and still know despite the beating
it’s still torn completely apart.
I wish someone could see past the small talk of I’m ok or I’m fine
and see the pain of my torchered mind.
I wish there was someone who could understand how I’m running
but still can’t stand still enough to look into the mirror
and look at who I am.
I wish there was someone who could hold my hand
and walk with me into the darkness
I feel like I can’t withstand
I wish there was someone with me
on this lonely island of my PTSD
So they knew I was a cast away
and therefore see
how hard connecting with other people
is for me.
I wish there was someone who really understood
But then again what if there was someone who really could…..
They would have to of gone through the same things as me.
And I am the same person I don’t want to meet.