There is a rumble in my heart
I can’t stand up to it
Its calling out to me
It's you, it's me, it's everyone
It's in my face
It's more than I could dare confess to
All these images, what is this we find in our heads?
Can you top what I’m hiding?
Where does your heart go?
What am I trying to communicate through these words?
All the thoughts of red and death consume me
I just let them
Why can't I just fight? Why can't I stand up?
I am alone yet I am surrounded by others thinking similar thoughts
Who are you when you're alone?
My questions, they won’t be answered
No one has any answers
You tell me to find my own
Have you stopped to feel?
Have you felt like I do now?
I want to see the pain on skin
I want to rip myself to pieces
There’s nothing here for me
I have no links, there’s no one to run to
Its all too confusing and consuming
You can use my selfish acts to fuel your pain
Don’t follow me
Let me run away
You don’t really know me anyway
How can anyone know this?
Author notes
No, I am not suicidal.
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well i am happy you are not suicidal;
your poem was very deep and just a great write over all keep up your good wok,
nessa -
We've all felt this. I was on your page...yes I have loved someone else so much that I forgot to exist. I also love your motto. For it is that possibility, that dream, that hope that makes life worth living.
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I really like this, there's something different about it...
I really like it, especially some parts
"Who are you when you're alone?"
I love that line, I think it's my favourite, it means so much...
Awesome job
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Good write here
Yes in the time where you hear your own whispers within remember we all have those same whispers only we have the choice to listen or toss them aside. If you dwell on everything the mind thinks it can drive you crazy
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this is really strong and powerful
well done!
and im really glad you arent sucideal lol
love ya sis -
This is a good poem which has raw emotion; however, some use of poetic devices would really bring it home. But otherwise, it poses thought-provoking questions. Glad you're not suicidal. lol.
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Though it is a pleasure you aren't suicidal....your poem is as perfect as a son is to its mother. your poem is rightly be fitted for my contest.
a very good and imaginative writing. specially I was stunned by the line.."Who are you when you're alone?"
a very strong write.
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