If it Hurts, it's Golden
A Poem by Chantel
If the pain is pulsing through your veins and infecting your heart, then it is pure gold.
Pain, what an amazing feeling From the broken heart I hold to the razor blade cutting through The pieces and the blood, my thoughts start reeling Something so subtle can feel so calm, so thorough You hated me from the beginning, that I know You only showed me nothing but pain And it made my hatred for you start to grow But yet, I had nothing to gain
I never understood how you could take control Never understood why my pain was your doing I wanted to take something, something back and put it all on hold But you kept right on going You never wanted me to be happy You just said these lies to appease me Now I know you were just being sappy To get me in the position you thought I should be
I got to thinking, while the blade cut through my skin I got to feeling, something that felt foreign I never thought I'd feel this again But yet, here it was, exasperated and thin What a small light it was in this world of dark you created I smiled, realizing I really was the one in control here You were just something small, figmented And when it came to you, I had nothing to fear
You were miserable and in return wanted me to feel the same You succeeded, you knew what to do And I began to feel nothing but pain In return for your love, I thought I was welcomed to do so I cried every night in your expense And you always knew and came to me with a sarcastic drawl I go through fire with no common sense And you wonder why I always seem to scowl
I now understand why you hate me so I understand why I am at fault I understand what you want to do And it doesn't chill my heart Nothing is common for you Nothing is demanded You're spoiled, everything handed through and through And you want me apprehended
I now understand why I go through pain It is like passionate, lovely gold I understand why you have nothing to gain For everything I now hold I am in charge of my anguish You are not so strong I can do with you as ever I wish And no pain put on me is wrong
I love these broken pieces of my heart I love this blood you poor out I love when the pain ends and even more when it starts I love how everything flows, like out of a spout You hate me even more, and I relish in it You hurt me more than you used to Thinking it will change me bit by broken bit As you know nothing you can do
You give me pain as if to change me Yet I am beginning to enjoy it, pieces for me to hold So you accomplished yourself, you have changed me As I know realize pain is as precious as gold.
© 2013 Chantel
Author's Note
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Long poem. It of course has a rhyming scheme, but I did it free-verse in the fact that there was no planning to it.
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Author
ChantelMayfield, KY
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Well, I guess I can say that one thing about me is that a lot of people love comparing me to Daria (yeah, the cartoon Daria). I just have a bit more emotion than she does, but I'm sarcastic and love .. more..
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