Empty Pain

bipolar; autism--where's the heal?

No one understands my pain,

they put us people down,

it feels like I am stuck in rain,

I cry and lie around.

 

I'm sick of people's screams at me,

they think I'll go insane,

they don't know what bipolar means,

they don't know mental pain.

 

They think they know me, think they get me,

think they know I'm lame,

I'm sick of people, sick of trying,

sick of feeling shame.

 

They don't know why I scream, I hurt,

why I feel grieve each day,

why I feel lonely, tired, restless,

that I might die today.

 

Razors, knives and pistol guns,

I grab them all to heal,

the scars I've made that no one sees,

this empty pain I feel.

 

This empty pain is real.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Gandré]

Razors, knives and pistol guns,

I grab them all to heal,

the scars I've made that no one sees,

this empty pain I feel.



This empty pain is real.----------this was a powerful ending. I hope you write from the perspective of such a person, what you did empathetic and well. why should someone tell you what is wrong with you? you know yourself where it feels good. I refuse to let label myself anywhere. I just don't need their opinion, perhaps you, too? Why shall feel someone important who was so clever to tell them what is wrong with you? nobody is important: except you. Great write.

[Gandré]

Razors, knives and pistol guns,

I grab them all to heal,

the scars I've made that no one sees,

this empty pain I feel.



This empty pain is real.----------this was a powerful ending. I hope you write from the perspective of such a person, what you did empathetic and well. why should someone tell you what is wrong with you? you know yourself where it feels good. I refuse to let label myself anywhere. I just don't need their opinion, perhaps you, too? Why shall feel someone important who was so clever to tell them what is wrong with you? nobody is important: except you. Great write.

[Gandré]

Razors, knives and pistol guns,

I grab them all to heal,

the scars I've made that no one sees,

this empty pain I feel.



This empty pain is real.----------this was a powerful ending. I hope you write from the perspective of such a person, what you did empathetic and well. why should someone tell you what is wrong with you? you know yourself where it feels good. I refuse to let label myself anywhere. I just don't need their opinion, perhaps you, too? Why shall feel someone important who was so clever to tell them what is wrong with you? nobody is important: except you. Great write.

[Ms Jessica Renee]

Such an array of emotions flow out of your words. Grief, sorrow, and most of all pain. This is a piece of work I could relate to minus the bipolar bit. It sickens me how people never seem to understand the pain others feel deep inside. Not all pain is the same, this I would know. But anyways, excellent work.