Breaking down,
Crying out,
Wishing to belong,
Hoping to be found.
Walking along the ocean,
Staring at the reflection would have
Seemed so cliche back then.
But back then, everything felt numb.
All that was done,
All those forced smiles,
Made it all seem hopeless.
Staring into the heavens,
Letting the light sink in,
Thinking back to those times,
When help was offered,
But was then pushed away,
Saying that it could be fixed
Without anyone else.
All those attempts,
Of bloody tears,
And breaking even more inside,
Just seemed hopeless,
Every day feeling even more alone.
What can be done?
Why should this suffering continue,
When Death`s black silhouette is visible,
Even through the most darkest light?
Can all the hope inside of someone,
Be drained so rapidly?
Killing all these fears away,
The breath inside was finally released,
After years of holding it in.
This hopelessness,
Locked away all those feelings,
Turning this heart into a brick,
Building up in hate.
It`s possible,
To end up stuck in a lightless tunnel,
Pitying this soul,
Just hoping,
Standing still,
Ending up a victim to the hands of Death.
Crying out,
Wishing to belong,
Hoping to be found.
Walking along the ocean,
Staring at the reflection would have
Seemed so cliche back then.
But back then, everything felt numb.
All that was done,
All those forced smiles,
Made it all seem hopeless.
Staring into the heavens,
Letting the light sink in,
Thinking back to those times,
When help was offered,
But was then pushed away,
Saying that it could be fixed
Without anyone else.
All those attempts,
Of bloody tears,
And breaking even more inside,
Just seemed hopeless,
Every day feeling even more alone.
What can be done?
Why should this suffering continue,
When Death`s black silhouette is visible,
Even through the most darkest light?
Can all the hope inside of someone,
Be drained so rapidly?
Killing all these fears away,
The breath inside was finally released,
After years of holding it in.
This hopelessness,
Locked away all those feelings,
Turning this heart into a brick,
Building up in hate.
It`s possible,
To end up stuck in a lightless tunnel,
Pitying this soul,
Just hoping,
Standing still,
Ending up a victim to the hands of Death.
Author notes
This poem is dedicated to all the broken hearted in the process of healing, as myself. It`s very difficult to cure these wounds, as they sometimes feel like they`re being cut open again.
I tried to write this poem as if someone was thinking back to the past. I just wanted to clear that up.
I hope you all enjoy this poem, and get a positive feel to it.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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enjoyable read,
i think the last stanza is a little out of place
what if you started with that as your first stanza, introducing the subject and then work backwards where the more hope-inspiring words are found?

