Story of My Life

Story of My Life

 

 

This is how the story goes,

Like a flower, the pain inside me grows and grows

Then it sits at the bottom of my stomach, boiling

And, in time, a plan in my mind starts unfolding

A plan to get back at all the people that have toyed with my heart,

Slowly but surely gnawing at it until it rips apart

I map out their demise,

Thinking about all the lies

They fed me.

 

It’s not fair, I want to scream

Sitting in a dark room, tears running down my face in a stream.

Then another thought comes to mind: How sweet their deaths would be,

Their blood running a long river down the ways as far as the eye could see

I’m almost all better then,

But my poor heart, it has yet to mend.

 

Turning to drinking isn’t an option, not so much anymore

Not since I found it helps a little, but it mostly burns my very core

Friends to help? But then I thought they wouldn’t want to be bothered

So, then it’s kind of awkward

 

Suicide? Self mutilation?

God, that’s stupid. Then I’d be like more than half the nation

With all their razors, knives, depressed souls yearning to feel that painful sensation

 

Like he said “Petals of a dead rose…the pain inside that no one knows…”

Well, that's the Story of my life: Every pain in the a*s that comes my way, I forever end up taking the blows.

 

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Author's Note

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Tell me what you think, please!

Reviews

[Kelly Taylor]

I think it's safe to say that at some point everybody feels this way, but you were able to articulate it in such a way that this poem stood out from every other poem dealing with this subject. I can relate to it, it doesn't feel forced (I can tell you poured a ton of emotion into this), and that's what separates it.

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

This was a good poem. It was very sad though. Life can be like that sometimes. Sometimes people are not accepted by others. Well good job though. Thanks for sharing.

[Nia Shand]

You are such an amazing writer, I feel that I can feel you with every word that I read

[Coyote Poetry]

When I was young. I saw the world with the wrong eyes. I thought I was important. I learn later we are hook together by family, work and emotion. No-one can do it alone. We need people to pick-us up and give us strength. We must return the favor one day. Easy to get get twist up. Destroying your body with booze ain't so easy. I tries and still live 20 years later. Some of us seem to be in the way of the blows. We just get harder and try to get off the s****y road and try to find peace and calm in a life. A outstanding poem. You made me think.
Coyote

[Andrew Wright]

I notice the little hints you slide in sometimes... things only I (or someone who knows my work inside and out) would get. I see little things here and there that let me know what you mean, and allow me to understand what your saying better. A beautiful poem, through the pain, and don't worry about what you say. Your poem is about you, in the end. No amount of criticism can change that. Keep writing from your soul.

[KaySea]

impressive

[~Z]

This has to be one of my favorite poems. Ever.

~Z

[Sports Girl]

Another great piece by you. I love your writing. Nice job

[Matthew Kult]

Well done.

[1416]

This is a really well crafted piece and it shows your vulnerability as you try to navigate your way through life. The only words of caution I have for you is to be extremely careful when referring to both suicide and/or cutting in any writing as these are very personal, emotional acts. Other than that, well done...again :)