Woken in frustration
feeling hands tearing out my hair
and rubbing my skin raw.
I scream out his name,
but I am the only one who hears.
My vocal chords have been muted by
the overwhelming agony of bitterness.
My screams echo in the caverns
of unrequited love inside my soul--
what's left of it, anyway.
Lips move, but no sound comes
and the frustration still builds.
I can feel hands tearing out my hair
and rubbing my skin raw.
Pen moves, but there are no words
on the paper -- just echos in
the psychotic mind of a seventeen year-old
girl whose emotions choke out
everything else in life;
even the words she's dying for him to hear.
I can feel the bruises
on my body. And I check
the mirror to see them -- but
there are no bruises, just hands.
Hands that tear out my hair
and rub my skin raw --
hands that are my own.
Author notes
This is option 4. I wrote this about the frustration I'm feeling currently with an ex of mine. I've been dating someone else for over two years, and I do love him, but I still have feelings for my ex. I guess there's not much I can do, but we aren't close anymore and I can't speak to him, and it's so frustrating because that's what I want more than anything right now, and he doesn't even understand. If he did, I don't know if he'd care.
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wow that is a really emotional and powerful piece, i could feel the frustration flowing with every word i read.
love it!
'wolf
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