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am i the only one that hates it
when someone says,
'i understand what you're going through,'
when you know for a fact
that they have no idea at all?

unless you've experienced the same pain,
and the same feelings of desperation
and abandonment,
then no, you don't understand.

look me in the eye,
and let me see my same experiences reflected back at me.

let me see the same battle scars.
let me see the ruins of your mind,
or the circles under your eyes from lack of sleep
because you're kept awake by fear.

let me watch the pictures in your eyes
that show me every 'home' you've ever had;
everything that you once loved being torn away from you;
every time that something left 
when you were promised it would stay.

let me feel the rugged terrain of your skin
on your arms, your wrists,
from the scars that you put there yourself.
let me touch the bruises on your back and sides
that haven't gone away even after all these years,
even though they're not visible anymore.

let me feel your heart,
every piece of it that has broken off,
or possibly just the pile of sand it's been reduced to.
let me touch your hands and your feet
to feel the calluses from running away 
and working nonstop.

let me know that you've felt the sting of leather,
or the sudden piercing shock of a silver bullet,
or the feeling that your lungs would explode at any second
because your heart was beating too fast.

let me know that you've plastered on so many smiles 
that you forgot what a genuine one looks like.
let me know how good of an actor you've turned out to be
from pretending to be okay
every day of your pathetic life.

let me know that you've experienced the feeling
of an endless waterfall of tears
trickling down your face,
and of blood down your body,
staining everything that was once white.

let me listen to the insults 
that you can never seem to shake away,
or the infinite hours of music that you've played
to try your best and drown out the gunshots
that are still ringing in your brain.

let me listen to the war in your head,
to the memories that still haunt you.
let me hear how loud you've screamed 
when you were alone,
or the breaking of your voice when you try to speak
while on the verge of tears.

if you can let me see this,
and let me feel this,
and let me know this,
and let me hear this,

then you can say that
you understand what i'm going through.

Reviews

[M...]

I very much agree, almost no one truly knows the pain a being goes through. For many people they think their lives are at it's end, when the truly in pained ones suffer everyday to make others happy in order to hopefully find their true happiness.

[Gretchen]

Oh my goodness. I don't know what to say, you're incredibly talented, this is beautiful.