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 love this...its so true. Excelent write.

Posted 14 Years Ago


This is very very true, and eventually happens to all of us. A lot of emotion can be seen in these lines, depending on the person of course. The only mistake i really see is in the 3rd line 'with in' should be combined to read as 'within'. Other that that, very nice :)

Posted 14 Years Ago


Very deep and true.. I love how much meaning was put into this piece.. Life is def. a crazy ride.

Posted 14 Years Ago


ahh life its never easy, but the end result from working so hard at it will be amazing. I like the sentiment behind this piece. well done

Posted 14 Years Ago


This is really good, lots of people feel this way.

Posted 14 Years Ago


nice work, it's really intriguing. good job

Posted 14 Years Ago


Truly a deep and meaningful poem. It tells of so much hurt and sarrow we must go through in times of our lives. One of my favorite poems that I've read. Beautiful. Simply beautiful.

Posted 14 Years Ago


this is life written so shortly. growing up you get hurt so badly. amazing write :)

Posted 14 Years Ago


this is an amazing write, i agree, Who Knew......

Posted 14 Years Ago


Who knew how much i would like this.. This is amazing, i love this... Exactly how i am feeling. Good write

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Missing Part
Missing Part

Lloydminster, Canada



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