Poems About Shame Seeking Friendly Advice
#shame
Finding Diana's Dead Body
She lies on the ground, taking in her last breath before she collapses.
She can't take more.
The police come, but it's too late.
She's gone.
And she'll never come back.
To The Earth that felt like a simulation.
She failed the test.
"How could she kill herself?!"
"She had everything! She's just a brat."
"She should have been grateful! Fuck her!"
"She had nothing to complain about! Everyone wanted to be her. Perfect body. Perfect life. Perfect grades....
She can't take more.
The police come, but it's too late.
She's gone.
And she'll never come back.
To The Earth that felt like a simulation.
She failed the test.
"How could she kill herself?!"
"She had everything! She's just a brat."
"She should have been grateful! Fuck her!"
"She had nothing to complain about! Everyone wanted to be her. Perfect body. Perfect life. Perfect grades....
#dark
#emptiness
#heartbroken #shame
#heartbroken #shame
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The Monster Who Never Was
Love,
empty words.
I'm the monster.
That child of rage.
Who thought it was easier to be
thrown away.
Than to be treated with kindness.
She was the devil.
The girl beyond redemption.
But there's that light at the top of the well.
And she's afraid,
She's afraid to let it in.
Because if she does,
She won't know what to do...
She won't know,
And she'll weep.
Dare she should show emotion,
That this time she won't be beat.
She won't be shown the fake mask.
But the real face.
The face
Buried...
empty words.
I'm the monster.
That child of rage.
Who thought it was easier to be
thrown away.
Than to be treated with kindness.
She was the devil.
The girl beyond redemption.
But there's that light at the top of the well.
And she's afraid,
She's afraid to let it in.
Because if she does,
She won't know what to do...
She won't know,
And she'll weep.
Dare she should show emotion,
That this time she won't be beat.
She won't be shown the fake mask.
But the real face.
The face
Buried...
#denial
#despair
#grief #shame
#grief #shame
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Mother
A mom I wanted you to be
But a mom I would never see
To Comb my hair
And always be there
A mom to chase away my nightmare
Someone to look up too
But that could never be you
Instead
For you gave me fear
Fear that strange men would appear
Fear of when the bruises would subside
But some bruises never heal because there inside
Fear of hungers release
Fear of being a theif
Fear that never decreased
Fear of others believe
Fear of what others would do
Fear you wouldn't get up from that bottles glue
A mom I...
But a mom I would never see
To Comb my hair
And always be there
A mom to chase away my nightmare
Someone to look up too
But that could never be you
Instead
For you gave me fear
Fear that strange men would appear
Fear of when the bruises would subside
But some bruises never heal because there inside
Fear of hungers release
Fear of being a theif
Fear that never decreased
Fear of others believe
Fear of what others would do
Fear you wouldn't get up from that bottles glue
A mom I...
#anger
#fear
#frustration
#sadness
#shame
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They don't know
They don’t know I’m packing pieces of my soul away,
Carefully folding each fragment of my heart.
They don’t see me creating distance,
So my absence will be less of a jagged start.
They don’t know how soon the end will come,
When I offer a final farewell masked in light.
They don’t understand that each goodbye
Is a silent prayer for a less painful night.
They don’t know I hide beneath a veil,
A facade of warmth that’s not truly mine.
They don’t know I’m kind because I crave
A touch of compassion, so...
Carefully folding each fragment of my heart.
They don’t see me creating distance,
So my absence will be less of a jagged start.
They don’t know how soon the end will come,
When I offer a final farewell masked in light.
They don’t understand that each goodbye
Is a silent prayer for a less painful night.
They don’t know I hide beneath a veil,
A facade of warmth that’s not truly mine.
They don’t know I’m kind because I crave
A touch of compassion, so...
#despair
#emptiness
#grief
#sadness
#shame
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Being Unlovable; Unloved
Second to
One
First to
None
But
The last
I’d kill for
You
Had I
Known
The gun
Was loaded
I’d have
Aimed
Up
Hands where
I can
See them
Face me
Look at
Me
Too
Infernal aching
I know
You’d rather
Die
Than revere
My being
That of
A clover
Three
Of four
Taken
To the sound
Of drums
Ringing
Like echos
But they
Get louder and
Louder
And louder
And louder
One
First to
None
But
The last
I’d kill for
You
Had I
Known
The gun
Was loaded
I’d have
Aimed
Up
Hands where
I can
See them
Face me
Look at
Me
Too
Infernal aching
I know
You’d rather
Die
Than revere
My being
That of
A clover
Three
Of four
Taken
To the sound
Of drums
Ringing
Like echos
But they
Get louder and
Louder
And louder
And louder
#frustration
#loneliness
#shame
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crossroads
notifications like a wink in the dark
I keep a letter in the back of my bottom drawer
read every syllable of your elegant hand
twice over and I'll accept this friend request
could it be coincidence? are you who she sent
to meet me at the crossroads this time?
did just a thought of the past open the door?
the fear left and you stepped across the threshold
I know why I buried it
I never looked back over my shoulder
uncovered dirty truths within myself
now I can't help but to wonder
if all of that trauma was completely...
I keep a letter in the back of my bottom drawer
read every syllable of your elegant hand
twice over and I'll accept this friend request
could it be coincidence? are you who she sent
to meet me at the crossroads this time?
did just a thought of the past open the door?
the fear left and you stepped across the threshold
I know why I buried it
I never looked back over my shoulder
uncovered dirty truths within myself
now I can't help but to wonder
if all of that trauma was completely...
#confusion
#love
#regret
#relationships
#shame
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Grotesque Alibi
Scavengers of my soul in the dark, rip-snorting my
analysis as hell's concubines tingle the shingles of
my mind's grotesque alibi. As if narcissistic monsters
speaking in the tongue of twilight's proxy beyond the
crypt, disemboweling the cadence of my peeling
flesh screaming from the esophagus and silencing
the prodigies of the ridiculous and deities beyond
still waters, aphrodisiac. Lusting, for my seductive
quill's seductive maniac, before the fife creeps by my
window snickering. Before the rising tides of the fog
rupture becoming...
analysis as hell's concubines tingle the shingles of
my mind's grotesque alibi. As if narcissistic monsters
speaking in the tongue of twilight's proxy beyond the
crypt, disemboweling the cadence of my peeling
flesh screaming from the esophagus and silencing
the prodigies of the ridiculous and deities beyond
still waters, aphrodisiac. Lusting, for my seductive
quill's seductive maniac, before the fife creeps by my
window snickering. Before the rising tides of the fog
rupture becoming...
#dark
#erotic
#shame
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Savior Compulsion
Tell me you only feel like this with me.
Tell me I make you happy.
Tell me I’m useful.
Tell me you need me.
You can tell me you’re lying,
I’m lying too.
I promise I’ll never hurt you,
But some part of me hopes you hurt.
So I can pick up those pieces.
The selfish part of me that whispers behind all my words.
You can say you love me,
I scratch away the layers of skin you’ve touched.
I wonder,
Is it a savior complex or just a lack of self preservation?
...
Tell me I make you happy.
Tell me I’m useful.
Tell me you need me.
You can tell me you’re lying,
I’m lying too.
I promise I’ll never hurt you,
But some part of me hopes you hurt.
So I can pick up those pieces.
The selfish part of me that whispers behind all my words.
You can say you love me,
I scratch away the layers of skin you’ve touched.
I wonder,
Is it a savior complex or just a lack of self preservation?
...
#emptiness
#greed
#identity #shame
#identity #shame
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And She is Rolling
She is rolling down a hill and it’s
got a steep decline. She feels
totally lost she can’t find her
toothbrush or a comb
amongst the life stuff.
You know the score surely
when everything is just
way too much ……………...
The dishes lay in the sink and
the carpet misses the hoover.
She feels infiltrated with complete
sadness and add in shame
and guilt and disgust. This isn’t
her and it makes her feel a failure.
And she is rolling.
She can't see the bottom from
the top she’s feels tits up. ...
got a steep decline. She feels
totally lost she can’t find her
toothbrush or a comb
amongst the life stuff.
You know the score surely
when everything is just
way too much ……………...
The dishes lay in the sink and
the carpet misses the hoover.
She feels infiltrated with complete
sadness and add in shame
and guilt and disgust. This isn’t
her and it makes her feel a failure.
And she is rolling.
She can't see the bottom from
the top she’s feels tits up. ...
#anxiety
#apathy
#despair
#sadness
#shame
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Apple basket
Blame me when it's not up to me
No power, I'm just as helpless as all we
I never wished the world, just home and family
They say guilt doesn't help them, my second gravity
I deserve a castle as little as they do casket
I can't fix things, I only exist
Spent my last as my next wish
I'm sorry my life brings you grief, I thank the universe and know life's brief
I'm not the problems nor the solutions face
Give me mercy for what I got or it matters all the same
No power, I'm just as helpless as all we
I never wished the world, just home and family
They say guilt doesn't help them, my second gravity
I deserve a castle as little as they do casket
I can't fix things, I only exist
Spent my last as my next wish
I'm sorry my life brings you grief, I thank the universe and know life's brief
I'm not the problems nor the solutions face
Give me mercy for what I got or it matters all the same
#conflict
#grief
#inequality
#luck
#shame
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the bride of fortune
The bride of fortune
to be an uni- polar power is like being the bride
and resent the uppity of bridesmaids
she wanted her wedding to be remembered
no one could equal
and her democracy is the the bride that has
become domineering, not let in the bridesmaid
not even getting married if she thought her
rule was somewhat diminished
her attitude causes friction, they want to leave
to go find their own happiness
this include miss Russia who in the nineties was
a downtrodden maid, much patronized, made
fun of and dismissed. ...
to be an uni- polar power is like being the bride
and resent the uppity of bridesmaids
she wanted her wedding to be remembered
no one could equal
and her democracy is the the bride that has
become domineering, not let in the bridesmaid
not even getting married if she thought her
rule was somewhat diminished
her attitude causes friction, they want to leave
to go find their own happiness
this include miss Russia who in the nineties was
a downtrodden maid, much patronized, made
fun of and dismissed. ...
#regret
#rejection
#shame
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I’ll Never Be Your Lover
I feel
Guilty
For loving
Like I’ve let
Everyone down
Like I’ve
Done something
Wrong
Sinful
Cruel temptation
Wicked mercy
An oasis
In a
Desert
I’d rather
Suffer the
Thirst
I’m sorry
For loving
You
You’ll never
Have me
As a lover
For I will
No sooner
Let myself
Love you
Than hurt
You
Shame
I am not
Ashamed
Of you
Rather
I am horrified
At how easily
I’ve taken to
Feeling your lips
Against...
Guilty
For loving
Like I’ve let
Everyone down
Like I’ve
Done something
Wrong
Sinful
Cruel temptation
Wicked mercy
An oasis
In a
Desert
I’d rather
Suffer the
Thirst
I’m sorry
For loving
You
You’ll never
Have me
As a lover
For I will
No sooner
Let myself
Love you
Than hurt
You
Shame
I am not
Ashamed
Of you
Rather
I am horrified
At how easily
I’ve taken to
Feeling your lips
Against...
#bittersweet
#hurt
#loneliness
#love
#shame
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