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AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
30th Aug 2021 9:41am
30th Aug 2021 9:41am
Just how I feel while writing those epic poems
I am sorry for pushing you.
It is just a dream of mine.
Been walking in your shoes
without asking you if it's fine.
I always get unpleasant
as the centre of attention
and social skills, too hesitant,
cannot provoke a mention.
So ... I've lost it there.
The will to impress with my dreams.
It's just me where
I walk on the streets emptily, it seems...
I want to withdraw and rest in a tomb
without ever talking to anyone again....
and carry in my tainted womb
the fantasy children from dreamy men...
...
It is just a dream of mine.
Been walking in your shoes
without asking you if it's fine.
I always get unpleasant
as the centre of attention
and social skills, too hesitant,
cannot provoke a mention.
So ... I've lost it there.
The will to impress with my dreams.
It's just me where
I walk on the streets emptily, it seems...
I want to withdraw and rest in a tomb
without ever talking to anyone again....
and carry in my tainted womb
the fantasy children from dreamy men...
...
#identity
#SelfHarm
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
595 reads
6 Comments
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
30th Aug 2021 9:41am
30th Aug 2021 9:41am
Just how I feel while writing those epic poems
I am sorry for pushing you.
It is just a dream of mine.
Been walking in your shoes
without asking you if it's fine.
I always get unpleasant
as the centre of attention
and social skills, too hesitant,
cannot provoke a mention.
So ... I've lost it there.
The will to impress with my dreams.
It's just me where
I walk on the streets emptily, it seems...
I want to withdraw and rest in a tomb
without ever talking to anyone again....
and carry in my tainted womb
the fantasy children from dreamy men...
...
It is just a dream of mine.
Been walking in your shoes
without asking you if it's fine.
I always get unpleasant
as the centre of attention
and social skills, too hesitant,
cannot provoke a mention.
So ... I've lost it there.
The will to impress with my dreams.
It's just me where
I walk on the streets emptily, it seems...
I want to withdraw and rest in a tomb
without ever talking to anyone again....
and carry in my tainted womb
the fantasy children from dreamy men...
...
#identity
#SelfHarm
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
595 reads
6 Comments
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
30th Aug 2021 9:41am
30th Aug 2021 9:41am
Just how I feel while writing those epic poems
I am sorry for pushing you.
It is just a dream of mine.
Been walking in your shoes
without asking you if it's fine.
I always get unpleasant
as the centre of attention
and social skills, too hesitant,
cannot provoke a mention.
So ... I've lost it there.
The will to impress with my dreams.
It's just me where
I walk on the streets emptily, it seems...
I want to withdraw and rest in a tomb
without ever talking to anyone again....
and carry in my tainted womb
the fantasy children from dreamy men...
...
It is just a dream of mine.
Been walking in your shoes
without asking you if it's fine.
I always get unpleasant
as the centre of attention
and social skills, too hesitant,
cannot provoke a mention.
So ... I've lost it there.
The will to impress with my dreams.
It's just me where
I walk on the streets emptily, it seems...
I want to withdraw and rest in a tomb
without ever talking to anyone again....
and carry in my tainted womb
the fantasy children from dreamy men...
...
#identity
#SelfHarm
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
595 reads
6 Comments
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
30th Aug 2021 9:41am
30th Aug 2021 9:41am
Just how I feel while writing those epic poems
I am sorry for pushing you.
It is just a dream of mine.
Been walking in your shoes
without asking you if it's fine.
I always get unpleasant
as the centre of attention
and social skills, too hesitant,
cannot provoke a mention.
So ... I've lost it there.
The will to impress with my dreams.
It's just me where
I walk on the streets emptily, it seems...
I want to withdraw and rest in a tomb
without ever talking to anyone again....
and carry in my tainted womb
the fantasy children from dreamy men...
...
It is just a dream of mine.
Been walking in your shoes
without asking you if it's fine.
I always get unpleasant
as the centre of attention
and social skills, too hesitant,
cannot provoke a mention.
So ... I've lost it there.
The will to impress with my dreams.
It's just me where
I walk on the streets emptily, it seems...
I want to withdraw and rest in a tomb
without ever talking to anyone again....
and carry in my tainted womb
the fantasy children from dreamy men...
...
#identity
#SelfHarm
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
595 reads
6 Comments
copingwithwords__
Poem Published
16th Mar 2023 8:20pm
16th Mar 2023 8:20pm
a child in her heart
i pick my skin until i bleed,
scratch and rip it apart
every bit of dark disappears when we meet
but till then the dark is my whole, not just a part.
one second i’m at my best.
next i am at my worst.
just tired, can’t get any rest
from my mind, as if i am cursed.
but really, i’m just weak
a child that didn‘t learn how to soothe herself
with a heart where emotions just leak
and a mind that shuts down because of her heart and itself.
life goes on, and i function every day
where i get the chance i laugh...
scratch and rip it apart
every bit of dark disappears when we meet
but till then the dark is my whole, not just a part.
one second i’m at my best.
next i am at my worst.
just tired, can’t get any rest
from my mind, as if i am cursed.
but really, i’m just weak
a child that didn‘t learn how to soothe herself
with a heart where emotions just leak
and a mind that shuts down because of her heart and itself.
life goes on, and i function every day
where i get the chance i laugh...
#depression
#childhood
#SelfHarm #MentalHealth
#SelfHarm #MentalHealth
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copingwithwords__
Poem Published
16th Mar 2023 8:20pm
16th Mar 2023 8:20pm
a child in her heart
i pick my skin until i bleed,
scratch and rip it apart
every bit of dark disappears when we meet
but till then the dark is my whole, not just a part.
one second i’m at my best.
next i am at my worst.
just tired, can’t get any rest
from my mind, as if i am cursed.
but really, i’m just weak
a child that didn‘t learn how to soothe herself
with a heart where emotions just leak
and a mind that shuts down because of her heart and itself.
life goes on, and i function every day
where i get the chance i laugh...
scratch and rip it apart
every bit of dark disappears when we meet
but till then the dark is my whole, not just a part.
one second i’m at my best.
next i am at my worst.
just tired, can’t get any rest
from my mind, as if i am cursed.
but really, i’m just weak
a child that didn‘t learn how to soothe herself
with a heart where emotions just leak
and a mind that shuts down because of her heart and itself.
life goes on, and i function every day
where i get the chance i laugh...
#depression
#childhood
#SelfHarm #MentalHealth
#SelfHarm #MentalHealth
461 reads
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copingwithwords__
Poem Published
16th Mar 2023 8:20pm
16th Mar 2023 8:20pm
a child in her heart
i pick my skin until i bleed,
scratch and rip it apart
every bit of dark disappears when we meet
but till then the dark is my whole, not just a part.
one second i’m at my best.
next i am at my worst.
just tired, can’t get any rest
from my mind, as if i am cursed.
but really, i’m just weak
a child that didn‘t learn how to soothe herself
with a heart where emotions just leak
and a mind that shuts down because of her heart and itself.
life goes on, and i function every day
where i get the chance i laugh...
scratch and rip it apart
every bit of dark disappears when we meet
but till then the dark is my whole, not just a part.
one second i’m at my best.
next i am at my worst.
just tired, can’t get any rest
from my mind, as if i am cursed.
but really, i’m just weak
a child that didn‘t learn how to soothe herself
with a heart where emotions just leak
and a mind that shuts down because of her heart and itself.
life goes on, and i function every day
where i get the chance i laugh...
#depression
#childhood
#SelfHarm #MentalHealth
#SelfHarm #MentalHealth
461 reads
0 Comments
copingwithwords__
Poem Published
16th Mar 2023 8:20pm
16th Mar 2023 8:20pm
a child in her heart
i pick my skin until i bleed,
scratch and rip it apart
every bit of dark disappears when we meet
but till then the dark is my whole, not just a part.
one second i’m at my best.
next i am at my worst.
just tired, can’t get any rest
from my mind, as if i am cursed.
but really, i’m just weak
a child that didn‘t learn how to soothe herself
with a heart where emotions just leak
and a mind that shuts down because of her heart and itself.
life goes on, and i function every day
where i get the chance i laugh...
scratch and rip it apart
every bit of dark disappears when we meet
but till then the dark is my whole, not just a part.
one second i’m at my best.
next i am at my worst.
just tired, can’t get any rest
from my mind, as if i am cursed.
but really, i’m just weak
a child that didn‘t learn how to soothe herself
with a heart where emotions just leak
and a mind that shuts down because of her heart and itself.
life goes on, and i function every day
where i get the chance i laugh...
#depression
#childhood
#SelfHarm #MentalHealth
#SelfHarm #MentalHealth
461 reads
0 Comments
gracemarie
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2024 2:28am
2nd Aug 2024 2:28am
Scars
I used to be ashamed of my scars
I tried to hide every single one
I didn't want people know
how much damage had been done
I wanted to get them covered
with a needle and ink
Now I'm glad I didn't
I stopped caring what people think
Every scar is precious to me
Because of the memories they hold
Every single one is a story to be told
Even the ones I did to myself
I smile when I see
Because it's reminder I'm able to overcome whatever life throws at me
Never be ashamed of your scars ...
I tried to hide every single one
I didn't want people know
how much damage had been done
I wanted to get them covered
with a needle and ink
Now I'm glad I didn't
I stopped caring what people think
Every scar is precious to me
Because of the memories they hold
Every single one is a story to be told
Even the ones I did to myself
I smile when I see
Because it's reminder I'm able to overcome whatever life throws at me
Never be ashamed of your scars ...
#hope
#nostalgia
#SelfHarm #strength
#SelfHarm #strength
316 reads
3 Comments
gracemarie
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2024 2:28am
2nd Aug 2024 2:28am
Scars
I used to be ashamed of my scars
I tried to hide every single one
I didn't want people know
how much damage had been done
I wanted to get them covered
with a needle and ink
Now I'm glad I didn't
I stopped caring what people think
Every scar is precious to me
Because of the memories they hold
Every single one is a story to be told
Even the ones I did to myself
I smile when I see
Because it's reminder I'm able to overcome whatever life throws at me
Never be ashamed of your scars ...
I tried to hide every single one
I didn't want people know
how much damage had been done
I wanted to get them covered
with a needle and ink
Now I'm glad I didn't
I stopped caring what people think
Every scar is precious to me
Because of the memories they hold
Every single one is a story to be told
Even the ones I did to myself
I smile when I see
Because it's reminder I'm able to overcome whatever life throws at me
Never be ashamed of your scars ...
#hope
#nostalgia
#SelfHarm #strength
#SelfHarm #strength
316 reads
3 Comments
gracemarie
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2024 2:28am
2nd Aug 2024 2:28am
Scars
I used to be ashamed of my scars
I tried to hide every single one
I didn't want people know
how much damage had been done
I wanted to get them covered
with a needle and ink
Now I'm glad I didn't
I stopped caring what people think
Every scar is precious to me
Because of the memories they hold
Every single one is a story to be told
Even the ones I did to myself
I smile when I see
Because it's reminder I'm able to overcome whatever life throws at me
Never be ashamed of your scars ...
I tried to hide every single one
I didn't want people know
how much damage had been done
I wanted to get them covered
with a needle and ink
Now I'm glad I didn't
I stopped caring what people think
Every scar is precious to me
Because of the memories they hold
Every single one is a story to be told
Even the ones I did to myself
I smile when I see
Because it's reminder I'm able to overcome whatever life throws at me
Never be ashamed of your scars ...
#hope
#nostalgia
#SelfHarm #strength
#SelfHarm #strength
316 reads
3 Comments
gracemarie
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2024 2:28am
2nd Aug 2024 2:28am
Scars
I used to be ashamed of my scars
I tried to hide every single one
I didn't want people know
how much damage had been done
I wanted to get them covered
with a needle and ink
Now I'm glad I didn't
I stopped caring what people think
Every scar is precious to me
Because of the memories they hold
Every single one is a story to be told
Even the ones I did to myself
I smile when I see
Because it's reminder I'm able to overcome whatever life throws at me
Never be ashamed of your scars ...
I tried to hide every single one
I didn't want people know
how much damage had been done
I wanted to get them covered
with a needle and ink
Now I'm glad I didn't
I stopped caring what people think
Every scar is precious to me
Because of the memories they hold
Every single one is a story to be told
Even the ones I did to myself
I smile when I see
Because it's reminder I'm able to overcome whatever life throws at me
Never be ashamed of your scars ...
#hope
#nostalgia
#SelfHarm #strength
#SelfHarm #strength
316 reads
3 Comments
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