If it Hurts, it's Golden

If it Hurts, it's Golden

A Poem by Chantel
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If the pain is pulsing through your veins and infecting your heart, then it is pure gold.

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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

Chantel
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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Added on May 13, 2013
Last Updated on May 14, 2013
Tags: Pain, feelings, hurt, lost, dying, broken

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Chantel
Chantel

Mayfield, KY



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