Strength.

Strength.

A Poem by Paige Sillet
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I wrote this from my own Journey, and to express my feelings and to be able to share with other people so I hope you like it.

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life has become one big 
"i don't know"
i wake up every morning and feel nothing
i don't feel happiness
i don't feel loved
all i feel is emptiness
guilt
shame
we try to cover up the unknown 
with illusions of 
fantasy
hope
love
but at the end of the day we are
alone
hopeless
and insecure
we are sitting in our shells
shells of the people that we used to once be
the people that we have destroyed with hatred 
we dread the next day
we dread the glance in the mirror 
to witness our grotesque human flaws
dreading human interaction; that may cause us to second guess whether 
or not we are like
you become scared
scared that you will reveal how much you're hurting
so you push people away
we pity ourselves
the belief that we are not strong enough for life goes round and round
within your thoughts. your head. 
it is constantly on repeat
because we tell ourselves this over and over
and in the end we actually believe it
we end up believing our own lies because
we have nothing else to believe in 
this is us
this is how we are
it's not how we have to be
you don't have to be like this
i don't have to be like this
strength is not measured on how many good days you have
because sometimes it's none. 
strength is sitting on your bed with a razor blade in your hand
ready to end it all
ready to end the thoughts
ready to end the voices
ready to end the misery and pain
strength is putting that blade to your skin
strength is thinking of him or her 
and how much it would kill them to see you hurt like this. 
how much it would break their hearts to see you slip away 
and to know that they didn't get to say that final goodbye
strength is the hot, salty tears that stream from your eyes 
like a waterfall 
whilst you debate right from wrong
strength is telling yourself over and over 
"i don't need it"
"stay strong"
strength is remembering how your loved ones would feel if they knew 
that you could of been saved and how much they would miss you
strength is realising that even though you're suffering right now; your family will suffer far worse if you end it
they wll have to live with the sadness
it will become a huge part of them, just like it has with you
strength is putting that blade down - not just for him or her 
but for you. 
do it for you.
strength is believing that you are more than the cuts you make into your skin
strength isn't all about numbers or the reason behind as to why you want to recover
strength is knowing that you can recover and that it is possible
strength is believing that you have it in you to recover
strength is noticing that you can be happy. that there is more to life than depression, sadness and darkness.
strength is setting goals and achieving them
strength is digging deep down and learning as to why you are 5 months clean of self harm or even a year maybe - 
it is believing that you have it in you because you do. you are a survivor. 
you may not know it yet but you will.
strength is the reason as to why you are still alive today
and if you don't believe in yourself then believe in strength because it is the reason as to why you still wake up in the morning
it is the reason as to why you put the blade down
it is the reason as to why you managed to eat a full meal and you don't need to be ashamed of it
it is the reason as to why you put the pen down and stopped writing your final goodbye 
it is the reason as to why you CAN make a full recovery 
strength is finally figuring out that you are worth life 
-p.s

© 2016 Paige Sillet


Author's Note

Paige Sillet
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What I have just read is a pure piece of inspiration.... Your poem starts with a description of how a person feels when he/she faces depression and anxiety... And as the poem moves on it reveals that it may be hard to deal with or get away from depressive self-harming thoughts but it is not impossible to come out of it if the person believes in it... I really like the friendly assurance you have given here to the reader, there is so much more to life and your poem says so much about it...

I have went through a phase of depression and I can promise you if I had read your poem that time it would have much more easier for me to come out of it... A wonderful very touching write... And I believe this kind of writing effect the reader's mind in a positive way... Brilliantly done...

Sincerely
Dhiman

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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I agree with Inject Positivity. He captured the heart of your poem very well. But I wouldn't let go of the unconventional, prose-like style you have in your poetry. With experience, that style can become extremely powerful. It's different, too. It's not John Keats, and it's not Conrad Aiken. It's not conventional in any way. Its Paige. From your first poem, you have an identity. That's a feat. Congrats on that.

Now I'm not saying don't take influence from other poets. By all means, this is one of the key ways to improve. But the thing is, you have something that people don't see very often. It's a poem, but barely. You have something that's universal too. You can create a meaningful poem such as this one that's meant to impact someone personally, or you can with the exact same Paige style create something specifically for the image, or just to sound pleasing, or to be artful. You can do anything with this Paige style that you have so quickly developed. I disagree with Lydia J. The lack of punctuation and capitalization created an honesty to the poem that wouldn't have been there otherwise. It almost made it more personal. The cummings-like attitude toward punctuation and capitalization made it more intimate. That is part of the Paige style. Don't let go of that style, and Well Done.

Posted 8 Years Ago


I really enjoyed this. It was very inspirational. I do have a couple of things that you might want to fix though. This one is just a pet peeve of mine so feel free to ignore it, but people not capitalizing things gets to me. There other one is just a suggestion but here goes.

"ready to end it all
ready to end the thoughts
ready to end the voices
ready to end the misery and pain"

For this part of your poem it would be more dramatic if you worded the last three lines first and finished with the first line. To clarify...

"Ready to end the thoughts
Ready to end the voices
Ready to end the misery and pain
Ready to end it all"

Well, those are my suggestions. Besides that I really enjoyed your poem and I hope you continue to write them. :)

Posted 8 Years Ago


What I have just read is a pure piece of inspiration.... Your poem starts with a description of how a person feels when he/she faces depression and anxiety... And as the poem moves on it reveals that it may be hard to deal with or get away from depressive self-harming thoughts but it is not impossible to come out of it if the person believes in it... I really like the friendly assurance you have given here to the reader, there is so much more to life and your poem says so much about it...

I have went through a phase of depression and I can promise you if I had read your poem that time it would have much more easier for me to come out of it... A wonderful very touching write... And I believe this kind of writing effect the reader's mind in a positive way... Brilliantly done...

Sincerely
Dhiman

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Paige Sillet
Paige Sillet

Ashington, Northumberland, United Kingdom



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I love writing poetry. Music and Animal lover. Currently studying Animal Management. Obsessed with TV shows, Demi Lovato and Coffee. I have always loved writing stories, short stories, poetry - it.. more..