New Poem || Not finished ||| under her sleeve|||

The rain can fall
as slow as Life can leave
In the arms of a loved one
Covering her wounds with her sleeve,

It all seems over and it all seems okay,
But she cant smile the past away
whilst taking in what the voices say,
a new hour, a new minute, but the same old today.

Carried away in envy of her peers,
in constant torment from the past,
encouraging her fighting fears,
The confusment of the feelings that never last.

She saw herself like an old song,
The one stuck in peoples heads,
But meaning nothing all along,
But telling the story she’s never said.

Its never been a cry for attention,
Just a simple cry for help,
Or atleast a false feeling of protection,
Someone to stand and give her a hand to hold.