My Shell

I can't ever make you see
Can I?

My shell was something I built up
To make sure I never got hurt.

You tried to make me take it down
I trusted you, but not enough

I knew well how this was going to end.
But little by little
From top to bottom
I let my shell collaspe

I was almost ready to tear it down completely
If only a few days time could go by in seconds

You gave up, didn't you?

Though my wall was collasping
Alittle bit was still there
To keep me from getting scarred

You tried to make me take it down
You wanted me to become vulnerable.

My shell was something I built up
To make sure I don't get hurt

And it did it's job
But it slacked off

It didn't cover my head anymore
Only my heart

My heart doesn't bleed
Only my sanity is erased.



Poetry by Sarah Mae~
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Written on 2009-11-19 at 06:11

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Andrew Bindon
What was inside that you needed to protect from getting hurt?
8-)
2009-11-20



I like this, amber sweet -
you wrote:
'You gave up, did'nt you?"
The shell of other?
Nobody likes to get hurt.
2009-11-19


Achernar
A very sad and world-weary poem, very well done, however, I hope that not one word of it is true.....
2009-11-19


Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
Pure thoughts Sarah Mae. I know this pain as do many of us and I'm glad you are expressing it even if it is not very consoling right now. Experience hurts as well as heals; I'm hoping the latter arrives swiftly for you.

My thoughts,

Eli
2009-11-19