Who Knew

Who Knew

A Poem by Missing Part

Who knew how much pain comes from life,

how much blood is spilled from the heart,

how much anger comes from with in,

how many times the heart can be stabbed but not broken,

how many death wishes go through the mind,

how much we hurt ourselves to please what can only be pleased

and then returned,

who knew it would be so hard. 

© 2010 Missing Part


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i think we all come to this realization that life is hard...and sometimes the pain reminds us we are alive...

enjoyed this write.

Posted 14 Years Ago


That is the most true and well written poem I have ever read on this site so far. It was sad to read but I enjoyed all that you put into it. All the emotion and the time you must of put in to it.

Posted 14 Years Ago


Yes, it would be so much easier if you came with an instruction manual... or at least a heads-up. I like this poem.

Posted 14 Years Ago


thanks for the comments

Posted 14 Years Ago


nice
pretty thought provoking.

Overall, not bad, the flow isn't smooth all the way through, but your intent is clear. keep in mind adding capitalization will help create more emphasis.
Good job

Posted 14 Years Ago


thanx

Posted 14 Years Ago


Who knew i didnt
haha they ned to upgrade wc so its like ________/10000000 id deffintly give ya 100000000000000

Posted 14 Years Ago


Great Poem!

Posted 14 Years Ago


Not me, that's for sure. The struggle makes it worth it or so they say. great poem.

Posted 14 Years Ago


Pain teaches us to be harder and expect less. Which in the end is a bad thing. We must look at the good things too. A sweet kiss. A sunny day. A good friend near. A poem of the real world. That we must make better somehow. A excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Missing Part

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