march 14, 2006 ~ the things that I can’t say out loud

i wrote this poem one day when i was going through a rough spot. i wanted to post this to show that even the people who seem like they have it all together have bad days too. if you’re feeling bummed out, lost, lonely, sad, depressed… there’s light after this season, hope in the midst of sorrows. i found peace, you can too. if you’ve ever felt like this, or do now, find someone you trust that you can talk to. it’s ok to be sad, it’s ok to cry. there is a God you cares for you and hurts when you hurt.

things that i can’t say out loud                            a poem by: jaime rose

How can I make you understand when I don’t even know why I cry?

When my life looks so nice but I’m hurting to die.

How can I make you understand this pain in my mind?

It has no source but its eating away at my insides.

These are the things that I can’t say out loud

Because I’m far too proud

To ever let you see the real me that’s killing me.

I try to be ok

I’d die to be ok.

My face says I’m fine but my souls says it’s a lie.

I try and I try but all I want to do is scream or cry.

These are the things that I can’t say out loud

Because I’m far too proud

To ever let you see the real me that’s killing me.

Logic, intellect, sanity keeps me in line.

My mind tells me I’m too smart to be this blind.

That my reality is beautiful and I’m really fine.

But my heart tells another story of the brokenness that is mine.

These are the things that I can’t say out loud

Because I’m far too proud

To ever let you see the real me that’s killing me.

I hate who I am, this broken thing I’m being

Weakness, fear, pain is the song that I now sing.

I cry to be free of this insanity that is me.

I cry to be free; I’d die to be free.

These are the things that I can’t say out loud

Because I’m far too proud

To ever let you see the real me that’s killing me.