This is a poem that came to be while I was doing homework.
No one can ever see the pain that we hide inside. They do not see the pain that we are forced to swallow every day. Our fear is our own; they don't want to know about us. Why should they be involved? Why should we show them what we must deal with each day of our lives?
We live our whole lives in confusion and fear. And yet they still don't care. Inside we are being torn apart each and every day. And yet they still don't bother with us. Half of us is alive but another half is dead. We all must live with the feeling of disgust to ourselves. And they don't shed a single tear...
The thing that can help, the thing that can heal. Are the flames or a blade and the sting of the steel. The destruction of skin, the shed of blood symbolizes the death of a part of your soul. With each slash, with each burn you lose a part of your soul.
And yet....the pain is still there ......the feeling of being Alone......
This is brilliant, it made me feel and its not often that the words of another do that. I hope your okay... you needn't be alone in this life. I particularly liked 'the sting of the steel', lovely imagery was created with this. Thanks for sharing.
I'm not comfortable with how much of this I can connect to, but I guess there's no running away from it. Poems like this always get to me, but I'm always happy to read them.
i really enjoyed this. very melodic and beautiful in its flow and word use. very well penned indeed.
the structure was very free form, but to me it almost read more like lyrics than a poem. especially the third verse.
i really liked these lines;
The thing that can help, the thing that can heal. Are the flames or a blade and the sting of the steel.
This is so heavy n' so dark n' yet so miraculously hopeful! What I love best is the second line about "the pain we are forced to swallow" and the entire second verse, which feels so painful but reads so true....You have a great gift for writing! ㋡
I thought this was good because I can relate. I have been there so many times. I really wish that my parents would get me some help, but they still won't. Nice write. Nice imagery. Thanks for sharing. :)
My only point the poem's structure seems to be a bit jarred with multiple sentences per line not really showing your rhyme clearly enough.
Apart from that a very food right, "and yet...the pain is still there.... the feeling of being alone" a brilliant ending, send me some read requests I would love to read them
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