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Her Painful Tears
If she sheds a single tear.
People always fear it's there fault.
It's not.
They say they understand.
But they try and take command of her life.
She wants to take a knife,
Stab it through her heart
Twist it round then rip it out!!
Her friends talk about her behind her back.
She feels everyone's auras.
It happens and leads her to horror.
She feels their hate.
She senses their cold stares.
Feels as if she's not really even there.
She feels like a ghost in her own body.
She's afraid.
She cries at night.
Because there is no light in her eyes.
All she sees is everyone's lies.
She knows she's not loved.
She knows she's unwelcome.
She just wishes she wasn't the only one
The only one who knew.
Who knew the truth.
Over the years,
Her soul has darkened.
No light is can shine in.
She feels so alone.
She wishes she were home.
In her room,
In her bed.
It's where she knows she belongs.
She wants to let go.
But she can't.
She's a freak show.
She hates herself.
She wishes she wasn't..
She wishes she wasn't the girl she is.
She just wants to disappear.
People always fear it's there fault.
It's not.
They say they understand.
But they try and take command of her life.
She wants to take a knife,
Stab it through her heart
Twist it round then rip it out!!
Her friends talk about her behind her back.
She feels everyone's auras.
It happens and leads her to horror.
She feels their hate.
She senses their cold stares.
Feels as if she's not really even there.
She feels like a ghost in her own body.
She's afraid.
She cries at night.
Because there is no light in her eyes.
All she sees is everyone's lies.
She knows she's not loved.
She knows she's unwelcome.
She just wishes she wasn't the only one
The only one who knew.
Who knew the truth.
Over the years,
Her soul has darkened.
No light is can shine in.
She feels so alone.
She wishes she were home.
In her room,
In her bed.
It's where she knows she belongs.
She wants to let go.
But she can't.
She's a freak show.
She hates herself.
She wishes she wasn't..
She wishes she wasn't the girl she is.
She just wants to disappear.
Published 12th Dec 2012
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Anonymous
12th Dec 2012 8:46pm
Oh god D= that's a really sad poem.
Like I'm one to talk. Ha.
Ignore the first part. I'm talking to myself.
Well written, you can spell, always a bonus. The point of the poem is obvious. Wondering, are you really writing about another person, or are you looking at yourself?
Overall, nice. :)
Like I'm one to talk. Ha.
Ignore the first part. I'm talking to myself.
Well written, you can spell, always a bonus. The point of the poem is obvious. Wondering, are you really writing about another person, or are you looking at yourself?
Overall, nice. :)
12th Dec 2012 10:28pm
Myself.. I don't want people to think I'm this selfish person. So in most poems I put "She". So no one really knows I am talking about myself. It doesn't really work a lot though. and thank you.
