I hide myself from the world,
building up walls to keep people out,
I try to keep them up, but instead,
Ты just knock them right back down.


Why do Ты really care if I'm happy?
Is it just Ты caring или is it love?
I want to ask Ты so many questions,
but it's rather hard to do,
because there is so much I want to confess to you.
About how my Любовь grows for Ты deeper and deeper everyday,
and how everytime I see you, I could fade away.


Though I'd never protest my Любовь to you,
in the way I'm saying it now.
But, I promise one day, I'll Показать it,
some way, some how.


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Sorry guys if it's not really good,
it's my first poem.:/

A poem I wrote while I was bored. It's about House and his pain. How his pain keeps him from dealing with his problems.



Pain: A House poem.

Pain, It distracts me,
It keeps me from being angry,
It blocks out problems I don’t want to face
Scars vanish without a trace

Pain, It makes me forget
All of my regrets
About those I pushed away
When I really wanted them to stay

Pain, It takes away my fears
Like, if I will be alone the rest of my years
Left here to drown
In all of my secret tears

On pain I am now dependant,
Though it is my assailant
I am as addicted to the pain
As I am to drugs I use to make it no longer remain


Thanks for reading!!! Plz comment!!!