Untittled Poem

Giving your all yet somehow, you're the one that has to fall.
Is it them? Or is it you? There are only so many few.
Please tell me that somehow, somewhere, there is a curfew?

He hurts you subtly so you cannot see.
Those who care, just want to give you the key.

"DANGER!" is what your mind seems to scream.
But your delicate heart is trapped behind a course, brutal screen.
Unaware, and unseen...

Which way is out?
Is it possible I can bring myself to shout?

Each step towards my escape,
I gain more bruises, scrapes and pain.

What is the cost to be free?
I don't want to be continually shoved down to my knees.

If I stay, I will surely die.
It is indeed my time to say goodbye.

I take a leap and pray I won't sprain....
Once I cross, and have endured the pain
I welcome this beautiful storm,
This downpour of rain.

To Whom It May Concern

To whom it may concern,

I feel I am dying...
My soul longs to be flying.

To have no worry, nor fear...
Is the time drawing near?

These are my thoughts that go through my mind...
Will the answer I ever find?

I look in the mirror, who is this I see?
This woman, she is not me...

My question for you is hard but true...
Would you care if the vale I go through?

Before it's too late, and this becomes my fate, please listen to me!
Tell me I'm great, before I close this eternal gate.

Are you here?
I give you my fear...

Stand beside me, arm in arm...
Stop me from this horrendous harm...

To whom it may concern