Death By Pride Poem by Chelsea Crisman

You can't see who I am
If you didn't try to know.
You don't know my dreams;
I never let them show.
It's not my fault you never asked,
I'm not the one who lied.
My blood is on your hands,
If not for you I'd still be alive.
Do you feel important now?
Have you finally gotten the upper hand?
I can't believe I loved a boy.
A boy could never understand.
After all this time, do you have your pride?
Do you hate me for having more?
It's not my fault I am who I am.
The waves can't help but wash on shore.

You don't get my laughs.
My smile is a mystery.
For someone so happy,
I'm shrouded in misery.
Where you wanted me to cry,
I stayed strong.
When you needed my words,
I was gone.
Is that why you left?
Did you leave because of my pride?
I'm not the one who needs rescuing
You know I'll meet you stride for stride.
I'm sorry I couldn't say those words.
I apologize for being cold.
Love isn't something I had ever known.
Yours isn't a heart I can hold.