Poems About Hurt Seeking Friendly Advice
#hurt
Poems about hurt seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
Forbearance
Honey, honey
Why is it
All the ones who love me
I do not want
And all the ones
I love
Leave me
Better left forgot
So I stroll
Along in this world
Acting like a kid, simply
A lovesick shit
And I will
Miss you, and more
As I lift (lower) my head
Drifting off to death
Not a suicide note
Not a threat
Just a lonely being
Not giving a lick
Knowing that
I have a head of
Self-confidence, though
Mind is a bit conflicted
I’m...
Why is it
All the ones who love me
I do not want
And all the ones
I love
Leave me
Better left forgot
So I stroll
Along in this world
Acting like a kid, simply
A lovesick shit
And I will
Miss you, and more
As I lift (lower) my head
Drifting off to death
Not a suicide note
Not a threat
Just a lonely being
Not giving a lick
Knowing that
I have a head of
Self-confidence, though
Mind is a bit conflicted
I’m...
#denial
#heartbroken
#hurt
#loneliness
#rejection
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issues
when you call it’s so immediate
you want me wet and all I’m donning
is your fancy dress socks, my eyes crossed
you overwhelm me and I can’t get enough
I’m leaving bruises on my arms again
I don’t even care who sees me wearing them
does it make it worse if it’s intentional?
mutilation to release the emotional damage
would you even miss me?
I just want to feel relevant
I know something is missing
there’s an absence when you kiss me
breaking mirrors in my bathroom
exploding glass and perfume
try to focus on...
you want me wet and all I’m donning
is your fancy dress socks, my eyes crossed
you overwhelm me and I can’t get enough
I’m leaving bruises on my arms again
I don’t even care who sees me wearing them
does it make it worse if it’s intentional?
mutilation to release the emotional damage
would you even miss me?
I just want to feel relevant
I know something is missing
there’s an absence when you kiss me
breaking mirrors in my bathroom
exploding glass and perfume
try to focus on...
#hurt
#MentalHealth
#relationships
#rhyming
#SelfHarm
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5 Comments
tombs
so you want to play the victim?
that's funny because I memorized the book
I'll be your villain if it suits you
I gave you more than I ever took
you're a never ending wasteland
maybe that makes me a crook
to try to build a life beside you
when you like your home to be a tomb
and isn't that way
most people like to play?
wanting everything
then giving nothing
consternation when it fades away
and isn't that the way
I hurt myself today?
for my basic need
this hole inside of me
getting bigger when...
that's funny because I memorized the book
I'll be your villain if it suits you
I gave you more than I ever took
you're a never ending wasteland
maybe that makes me a crook
to try to build a life beside you
when you like your home to be a tomb
and isn't that way
most people like to play?
wanting everything
then giving nothing
consternation when it fades away
and isn't that the way
I hurt myself today?
for my basic need
this hole inside of me
getting bigger when...
#anger
#hurt
#MentalHealth #relationships
#MentalHealth #relationships
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Sympathy Sex
![restricted poem](/images/extremecontent.jpg)
#erotic
#hurt
#relationships
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DESPERATION.
I nibble on ashes,
bite on bone.
My teeth rot,
mind gone.
Love feels heavy,
and loneliness,
fills me with anger.
I never bothered to dream,
In a city that left me to wither,
Never bothered to breath,
Where oxygen no longer lingered.
I sit silently in a corner,
cry softly into a pillow,
and scream at things that will
never speak back.
Far too afraid to step outside,
for all I’ve hid,
threatens to come spilling out.
Leaving me on my knees,
clasping my hands together.
Praying to my God, ...
bite on bone.
My teeth rot,
mind gone.
Love feels heavy,
and loneliness,
fills me with anger.
I never bothered to dream,
In a city that left me to wither,
Never bothered to breath,
Where oxygen no longer lingered.
I sit silently in a corner,
cry softly into a pillow,
and scream at things that will
never speak back.
Far too afraid to step outside,
for all I’ve hid,
threatens to come spilling out.
Leaving me on my knees,
clasping my hands together.
Praying to my God, ...
#dark
#depression
#despair #hurt
#despair #hurt
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REJECTION.
They sting,
the tears of rejection.
They seem to burn my skin,
as I break apart in a room.
I bite my knuckles,
releasing a silent sob,
trying so hard to understand,
why such a silent action,
seems to fill me with desperation.
Making me feel like a little kid again,
begging to be accepted,
groveling for a friend.
Giving his toys, fighting their battles,
taking their blame, and becoming a servant.
This fear of feeling of rejection,
molded me into a puppet.
A little boy who’d do anything,
to make someone want...
the tears of rejection.
They seem to burn my skin,
as I break apart in a room.
I bite my knuckles,
releasing a silent sob,
trying so hard to understand,
why such a silent action,
seems to fill me with desperation.
Making me feel like a little kid again,
begging to be accepted,
groveling for a friend.
Giving his toys, fighting their battles,
taking their blame, and becoming a servant.
This fear of feeling of rejection,
molded me into a puppet.
A little boy who’d do anything,
to make someone want...
#dark
#despair
#hurt
#loneliness
#rejection
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Muse-aholics Anonymous
Hi, my name is K,
and I almost slipped today.
There’s just so much I want to share
when I convince myself that you might care…
Alcoholics have sponsors when they’re under attack
but I have to find ways to have my own back.
So I pick off the scabs, I watch the blood bubble,
reread the silences, relive the trouble.
I let the hurt choke me like hands on my neck;
it’s not masochism – it’s reality check.
Then anger steps up to take over the fight,
beating back shame, setting boundaries right.
As tears flood my spirit, my...
and I almost slipped today.
There’s just so much I want to share
when I convince myself that you might care…
Alcoholics have sponsors when they’re under attack
but I have to find ways to have my own back.
So I pick off the scabs, I watch the blood bubble,
reread the silences, relive the trouble.
I let the hurt choke me like hands on my neck;
it’s not masochism – it’s reality check.
Then anger steps up to take over the fight,
beating back shame, setting boundaries right.
As tears flood my spirit, my...
#determination
#hurt
#relationships
#SelfWorth
#healing
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CONSCIOUS.
Conscious,
where
did you
you go?
I’m searching,
in the same,
dark you
left me in.
Where is my heart?
did it disappear?
Did it get lost,
Where you found it?
Stolen from eternity,
snatched from its home,
promised everlasting,
gnawed to the bone.
Sit with me,
I’ll be like
a child at your knee,
wanting to know,
If I mean something.
where
did you
you go?
I’m searching,
in the same,
dark you
left me in.
Where is my heart?
did it disappear?
Did it get lost,
Where you found it?
Stolen from eternity,
snatched from its home,
promised everlasting,
gnawed to the bone.
Sit with me,
I’ll be like
a child at your knee,
wanting to know,
If I mean something.
#dark
#despair
#hurt
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So many hats
Started in October 2023
I know a mother has many jobs to do, she wears many hats, so to speak.
A shocking realisation came to me recently though- that mothers can be jealous of their daughters. I have experienced sibling rivalry, that's an age old story retold many times, but why don't we openly talk about mothers who chose to have children when they aren't maternal, or they don't have unconditional love to give? Is it the child's fault? She didn't ask to be born in this world. She didn't ask for this set of parents.
Completed in August 2024
It's...
I know a mother has many jobs to do, she wears many hats, so to speak.
A shocking realisation came to me recently though- that mothers can be jealous of their daughters. I have experienced sibling rivalry, that's an age old story retold many times, but why don't we openly talk about mothers who chose to have children when they aren't maternal, or they don't have unconditional love to give? Is it the child's fault? She didn't ask to be born in this world. She didn't ask for this set of parents.
Completed in August 2024
It's...
#daughter
#family
#hurt
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CRY.
I couldn’t stop them,
these tears that fall
down from my eyes.
Hell, I didn’t even
know they were mine,
and with each impact,
my fists make against,
this metal wall, I feel
the dam that’s holding back
these damn emotions, crack,
all before flooding,
drowning my mind.
It leaves me gasping,
then grasping,
as a rope is thrown down,
and I foolishly hang to it,
for help, but it makes
Its way around my throat,
Until I’m clawing, bloody red lines,
Into the flesh of my neck.
Yet...
these tears that fall
down from my eyes.
Hell, I didn’t even
know they were mine,
and with each impact,
my fists make against,
this metal wall, I feel
the dam that’s holding back
these damn emotions, crack,
all before flooding,
drowning my mind.
It leaves me gasping,
then grasping,
as a rope is thrown down,
and I foolishly hang to it,
for help, but it makes
Its way around my throat,
Until I’m clawing, bloody red lines,
Into the flesh of my neck.
Yet...
#dark
#depression
#despair
#disappointment
#hurt
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The Kindness of Quiet
In these the quiet moments of the day
how I so long for pain to pass away
and though my shore be pounded by the waves
a jagged stone will never roll or sway
The tapestries collected often seem
as though they were embroidered by a dream
interwoven, with all the hurt I feel
sometimes it has to bleed to know it's real
In truth the morning always yields to night
and in this life not everything is bright
so I shall turn no longer in your sight
until the morn, with dew and dawn's delight
To be wrapped in the sun, her...
how I so long for pain to pass away
and though my shore be pounded by the waves
a jagged stone will never roll or sway
The tapestries collected often seem
as though they were embroidered by a dream
interwoven, with all the hurt I feel
sometimes it has to bleed to know it's real
In truth the morning always yields to night
and in this life not everything is bright
so I shall turn no longer in your sight
until the morn, with dew and dawn's delight
To be wrapped in the sun, her...
#hope
#hurt
#peace #suffering
#peace #suffering
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Thorns of Memory
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#fear
#hurt
#prose #ShortStory
#prose #ShortStory
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2 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Hurt Seeking Friendly Advice