This Compassion Kills

It's hand seers a hole in my chest
Just a small moment, a touch preventing me to mend
This ardent passion shouldn't make me so depressed
The intensity in my bones won't burn out and end

This heart of mine is intoxicating
Not in a way that is fascinating

I blaze with internal anger but there is no one I hate
My compassion is my strength and weakness
They tell me I should be proud of the trait
If they only knew that this sort of love has left me and Jagged pieces

I've cut myself by trying to save the broken
I burn with the desire to make someone feel important
I'll give a voice to those who aren't outspoken
Their words will never be forgotten

I'm sorry I love so quickly, so deeply
At least you can be sure I care for you completely

I fall for such little quirks
And gentle touches by a careless hand
I suppose this beauty I see is just how my weak mind works
Maybe somebody knows this fight in me and will understand

My soul is bound with the souls of everyone I've seen
I'm scared of loving this much at seventeen

Author's Note

I wasn't sure how to express this side of me but I tried. I have a tendancy to care too much to the point it breaks me because all I want is to make people feel whole again. Hope you enjoy the poem.

Reviews

[Dani The Unreviewed]

Well, the world is rather strange, and mostly cruel. I think it is a great poem. As for the gentle touch of a careless hand... People are usually crap. By that i mean, once they see they can use your kindness, and caring, they will use it, and then just leave. And that behaviour makes me sick. I wish there was something i could do to help you. Keep writing :)

[Dark Poet]

Thank you. There are many people who dont use and abuse though. But youre right

[Dani The Unreviewed]

Yes, but i know only a few. You are welcome :)

[yvo miki]

this I understand and know how u feel my mom calls mr nevie because of this but she dosnt know im depressed im here for u and will embrace ur love

[B-poet]

You have a fiery talent for intense eloquence. It's a distinctive & gifted poetic trait that can really separate yourself from everyone else. Stay true to your craft and it will reveal its secrets towards longevity for you in the realm of written poetry. In the third stanza the "and" could be changed to "for Jagged pieces." The effect of this change makes this poem more prevalent or you can keep it as you wrote it. Just a creative suggestion. Great work. A remarkably intriguing & emotionally intense read. :)

[Dark Poet]

Thank you very much! And the 'for' is actually an accident hah.

[Coyote Poetry]

I believe love don't mess us up. Bad people do.
"I'm sorry I love so quickly, so deeply
At least you can be sure I care for you completely"
Yearning to know true love should be our goal. The problem with love. Open us up to the possibility of heartache too. If we don't ever dance. We won't know the pleasure of the embrace. Thank you for your thoughts provoking poetry. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Dark Poet]

Thank you very mucch for the reviews:)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome. You are a talented writer.

[Luna Zerimar]

I really love your poetry. You're an amazing writer.

Everything you write about leaves me in awe. 'Cause, you know, you write what's real.

And then, you write what people relate to.

You're not scared to expose your feelings on paper. That's very strong of you.

I admire that. Really.

This piece perfectly caught how unthankful people can be. There are lots of people who just wanna love.

Yet, no one wants it...

I can relate. Of course.

Wonderful write. x

[Emily]

Nice meaning!
Well done!!