Shattered (Only Part Of Full Version)

Shattered (Only Part Of Full Version)

A Poem by The StoryTeller
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So, my friend was being bullied; I didn't know. Then right after we had hip-hop artist Judah come to our school to talk about bullying, they did it again. More in Note For Reviewers.

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Impeccable timing. You just destroyed my world. Now it's gone. Just like that. Shattered. With one single, impossibly loud snap.
The snap of a knife. That one click, it shatters all the windows pouring sun into my light-thirsty heart. Once again, so horribly, my heart is plunged into dark.
I've been here before. I named it the Maze. I never wanted to come back. The dark; the desolate landscape in ruins. The cracks, the masks, the monsters.
All my attempts to break myself, the good me, my conscience, out of my personal prison I call Rift that my darker self put me in so it could hurt others and do what it did have become discovered. This is punishment. To hear that snap. And to see the infernal rewards it sows across your skin.
Reminds me of me. Always cutting. Never enough. The pain... it was great. Exhilarating. And a way to let things out. I won't deny that.
But it doesn't help. It hurts. It becomes addicting. It gets you more depressed. It proves what they say. Because it does kill.
Reminds me of her. Not you, my friend. Of her, that girl I write love poems about. She lied to me. She promised not to. Then that fateful snap.
And blood. All I see is blood. On my arm. On hers. On our passive faces as we watch detached as it seeps out. Our lifeblood. We're not together as this happens, but I know she does it. And even so far away, we act exactly the same.
I used to want it y'know? In a sick way. I used to want us to cut together. Maybe press our wrists and forearms to each others. Maybe suck on the cuts. And then, with blood still on our lips, to kiss.
A dark thought, I know. A violent fantasy. A sick, twisted hope. But through it, it's really just to feel even more alone. Someone doing it with you shows that it doesn't really matter.
The world doesn't matter. You don't matter. And therefore, f**k it all. Life is strife. So you look to the knife. To solve all your problems, and eventually, to die. This is me being honest. About everything. But you probably don't believe me.
Fine, here's honesty. You want a painful dark past? How about your parents splitting up? How about later, your Father and Step-Mother always arguing, always fighting? How about him always hitting her, always out of your sight? How about them acting like nothing was wrong? How about him beating you? With a belt over and over again? Even after the point you've lost the will to beg?
Painful enough? I'm not done. I'm just getting started. That's the easy stuff. How about never being able to please your parents, your Father? How about being the unloved child? How about the police at your door, in what seems like every f*****g night? How familiar are you with jail? I'm very. Seems my parents were always there. Whether they were or not.
Still not done. How about cutting and making attempts at suicide because you've been pushed so far you hate yourself? How about bouncing home to home? School to school? "Friend" to "friend"? Family member to family member? Caseworker to caseworker? Therapist to therapist? Foster home to foster home?
Enough for you? I'm still not done. But let's talk about being driven. Driven to cutting. Driven to pain. Driven to not care. Driven to suicide. Driven to Death.
How about once you're there? Where you're driven? What then? Then you hurt your family so bad you might as well have killed them. It might have been better. More merciful. You destroy everyone, everyone's lives around you.

© 2015 The StoryTeller


Author's Note

The StoryTeller
Anyways, they didn't just normal bully, they said she was going to kill herself and that she should die. That was bad enough. Then she cut herself, and was thinking about suicide. Right after the damn assembly. Anyways, it made me ticked, and brought up lots of bad memories. As well as stupid stuff. I would've beat the shit out of whoever said it had I asked her. But that is the one reason I didn't ask. I didn't want to hurt someone, no matter how much they deserved it. I wrote this in my fury and sadness, etc. I was completely honest in my feelings and thoughts. So honest that I said things I don't even tell people who I do tell stuff. Something I don't do often. Yes, it started being more about me, but that was because everywhere I went yesterday after taht, my past was with me. It does serve a purpose later, with the rest of it, and it comes back to my friend. But this about me is because of that, as well as telling people what I think true pain is, and that they don't know. And it's to the bullies, who have their pain, and telling them what it does to others, and that someone has it worse than them, so they should stop hurting others to just feel better about themselves and change. I didn't want to post this. But I felt I needed too. I didn't post the full thing. I'm scared too. So I'll just leave it to you guys to tell me if you want the rest. Also, comment about what you think of this. Comment if you need to talk to me about something. Comment about my honesty. Comment about your own personal experiences. Once again, if you truly want the rest of "Shattered" comment and tell me. Anyways, everything else otherwise, comment, tell me what you think. The normal stuff.

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I don't even know how to exclaim how impressed I am.
It takes a deep person to have emotions such as these, but it takes an even deeper person to write it out in a beautiful and irresistible way. Outstanding work!

- TPB

Posted 9 Years Ago


The StoryTeller

9 Years Ago

Wow, did you just call me deep? :D Thank you. I'm glad you liked it.
Wow this is deep man, very deep.
It's a powerful piece and I can't say more, another one of your works that leave me without words

Posted 9 Years Ago


The StoryTeller

9 Years Ago

Do you think I should post the other part of this?
Lizardo

9 Years Ago

That would be a great Idea!
The StoryTeller

9 Years Ago

Mmmmm k, I'm just worried about reactions to the first part of the rest of this. Anyways, I'll do th.. read more
Wow a very powerful written piece.

Posted 9 Years Ago


The StoryTeller

9 Years Ago

Well, it was written when I wasn't as cool as I usually am. I was drowning in my past at this point,.. read more
Wow. Very powerful piece. I know how it feels gone bullied, I have a friend who is bullied too. He is shorter than I am and he's a year older. The other boys lock him in the locker room, call him names, etc. It stinks.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Cool Girl

9 Years Ago

Okay xD
Cool!!
The StoryTeller

9 Years Ago

I'll be looking for your email. :p
Cool Girl

9 Years Ago

Fine.. I'll send u one xD

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