You aren't aware of what you do.
You don't know how much pain you've put me through.
All the lonley nights of endless crying.
All the long days I waste away, dying.
I wish that I could get through to you.
And understand why it is you do what you do.
You aren't aware of the words you speak
And how they have cut me so deep.
You don't know how much you've broken me.
Or how much you've made me feel incomplete.
You don't know how much you've hurt me on the inside and outside.
Or how I always run from you and hide.
I wish that I could just leave this broken home.
I can make it better on my own.
So I sit here and count down the days until I can leave and be free.
I count the days until I can start living again and be me.
I plan to revise this poem, leave constructive criticism, please. I feel that the third stanza is akward.
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This is a really good..I liked it i felt the hurt of not being able to be yourself because of someone else,,,,gresat job
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i think it's good the way it is. there is a great rhyme and flow. it says alot and really comes across as sincere, which i'm guessing it is. nice job.
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wow this is good i can feel all the hate in this poem its really good nice work
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Thanks for your comment!
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isn't it true that so many aren't aware of the pain they cause. Good luck to you as you move past this pain and hurt. Thanks for sharing.
peace and light,
Kendal
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Thank you so much!
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