I want eternal silence,
where the screaming stops,
and the thunder ceases to pound behind my ears like a hammer,
leaving me in bliss.
Bliss - where no one can scream, no one can blame one another.
A place where I am happy for once in my life.
A place where my opinion matters,
my thoughts are appreciated.
I am valued.
* * *
The rain slams hard against her sad, rosy cheeks.
She's suffering deep down inside.
Tears stain her sleeve as she sniffles, wiping evidence of misery away slowly.
Nothing matters anymore, atleast in her mind.
Her heart says differently, but it's hard to think with your heart
when there's a wall blocking it. A wall of negativity.
It knocks her down everyday, causing her to fall.
Some days she doesn't even want to get back up.
Some days, it gets so intense that no matter what she's feeling,
there aren't words for it.
The most depressing feeling in the world cannot be described, nor can the happiest.
What is there to do when you have all this angst, depression,
frustration, love, hate, sadness, and the slightest burst of happiness
built up inside you, but you can't describe a damn thing?
It's not writer's block,
I don't know what it is.
All I know is that my parents haven't stopped fighting all day.
I can't take it anymore.
My opinions better be valued
by the time I get home from work,
or they won't like the new me.
I tell you, I am no runaway...
but it ends tonight.
Author notes
GRRR... I woke up in the middle of the night because of my dog, and then a few hours later because my parents were fighting while they were going to work.
I come home from a horrible day at school of almost fist fighting a guy and handing my resume out to a BITCH at the store, and some guys are in my backyard setting up a disgustingly large pool.
Mom comes home and flips because it's so huge there's no room to even BREATHE. My opinion doesn't matter, dad blames her, I'm depressed as it is, and now I have to go finish my night flipping burgers for insignificant PRICKS until I can find a more amusing job... like butchering cows or something. =[.
Yes I am depressed and I have issues and I don't give a fuck anymore. This is my piece of shit poem that I am NOT fixing. Take it or leave it. Don't let my hand smack you on the way out.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Hey hun
I'm so sorry that you have to go through this and i know how you're feeling i've been in the same situation before and it blows. And if you need to talk about it don't hesitate to ask me, i'm here and i will talk to u for hours if u need me.. i am free tomorrow before 7.. so if u wanna come over and get away for a while and talk to me about it, maybe grab an ice cap or somethin, let me know okay? I am here i always have time for my friends, and your like a best friend to me, so you can always count on me. Well i'd also like to say that your poem was very strong and sincere, and things at home are really bothering u lately i see, and all the little other pieces of shit things that i'm sure make ur life even more stressful.. *evil* anyways, let me know if u wanna talk tomorrow ok.. ttyl hun and i hope things get better for you
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applause of course, gosh I'm so forgetful.
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I always keep you in my prayers. It pains me to see you in pain.
I know you hurt
and I know life is desperate
I understand people aren't fair
and the people that should be holding you
are driving you away
even though the candle does not burn
does not mean light is no longer eternal
there is always hope
it comes in days or years
it arrives in months or seconds
but it is always there
for you and me,
I want you to seek greatness
because I know you can
I wish for you to make it
because I know you will.
I have faith in you.
May your light be forever eternal.
(Um, yeah...I tried...but my writing skills today aren't great.)
Melissa -
wow
great piece...i value you, but thats not much of a constalation i suppose...i am familular with the strong emotions in your poem...i liked how expressive it is and how emotional...great piece, keep on writin, and let out the frustration
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