There was so much going on in my head,
but nothing i could control.
nothing i could pin point as to why i felt that way.
I just did, and it seemed i couldn't do anything to stop it.
I needed to cry, but i couldn't.
I just sat there, rocking,
rocking like a mother cradling her baby,
only , i was cradling myself.
Just knowing when i got home
i would begin the 'fight' with myself...
all over again.
I wanted to let it all out, what? i'm not sure,
but the pain within me needed its release.
I began to get angry with myself,
marking my hands as hard as i could,
but know one could see what i was doing to myself.
the indents in my hands were where anger was relised,
it felt as if i was punishing myself...
the person i didnt know.
i was scared of her, scared of myself.
Someine came and talked to me, i dont remeber much,
nothing exept wishing i could let go and cry,
to admitt i was in pain, but nothing came out.
I locked myself away for a few minets after,
crushed with pain and anger.
knowing what i had in for myself when i got home.
.................. i tried not to...............
i gave in, it seemed almost as a duty.
but at the same time release.
the crimson tears dripped down my arm
wathcing the anger being set free.
with tears, they disspaear at least pysically
scars take longer to heal,
and i guess thats what its like for me..
tierd of pretending
Author notes
sorry about spelling, spell check i tried but it didnt like me and wouldn't let me change it easily
please dont heavily critiseze, just wrote down a memory that still hurts.
please dont catogorize me as an EMO, yes i am emotional but you dont know me! please dont catogorize me, im just going through a tough time, and its my way of coping.
A contest entry
- freeverse & prose [emotions attached] by xxRainbowDawnxx.
600 points, ended October 26, 2008, 35 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
very personal memory/thought. please be nice, im delicate atm x
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It's being hollow. Just needing to feel, to let those out and the words wont escape your mouth, the tears wont fall from your eyes and the sound of people moving on whilst your dying inside can't be stiffled. Always here if you need to talk to someone, I know how this feels all too well myself.
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i know you dont want critical commenting and i understand that totally but could i just possibly give a suggestion to the title? all im saying is its overused in sooooo many poems and i believe you can come up with something a little fresher
but please dont think that im saying that you HAVE to do it, i just want to let you know that, thats all ok? above all else though the real pouring of your heart is what we all poets do and cannot fake in words, and you did splended
take care darling <3
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This was great I thought it had a lot of emotion and feelings in it and you did great by letting it all out
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Good Write
my dear sweet friend this is a very rough hard poem to read. I could fele the hurt dripping from the ink from word to word. I really could understand quite well within my own mind what would be taking place as I continued to rea don I really felt your heart break and shatter and the tears just flowing as you were stuck in a nightmarish reality and had no escape. any ways a good write though a very sad one. hope ou're okay now. Big Big freshly picked thronless for you take care. -
This is very honnest. I still can't work out exactly what it is with scars. Comforting, yet disconcerting at the same time! This is an honnest recount of a very difficult and tiring thought process. It's almost prose. Well done x
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