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Poetry_by_Charli
Poetry_by_Charli
30/F/Spring, TX My pain, my scars, my heart in poetry. 🍀 / Self-published poetry book on Amazon: My Great Escape https://a.co/d/fc03Cq5
Most people try to shoot for the stars. I can’t get past the clouds. Because each time I try, I just get shot down. People try to reach for their hopes, Achieve all their dreams; But I can’t overcome All the darkness within me. It’s like I’m always among the clouds, Lost inside in my mind. So many others are soaring When I can’t even fly. It always feels like it’s storming, Like the dam’s about to break. Like I’m constantly drowning, And I can’t be saved. This pain smothers me. I can’t come up for air. No matter how I try to heal, I’m damaged beyond repair. My head’s just clouded, I’m drenched in the rain Because I can’t find a way To escape my pain. I wear these scars like armor, Wait the storms out. All just to be followed By yet another raincloud. I can’t run. There’s no way that I can hide. When what I’m running from Is the monster on the inside. I just want to get past this. I want to feel free; But I can’t reach for the stars When I have too much hell in me. My mind’s in a permanent fog, My heart’s heavy with hurt. Maybe having broken wings Is just what I deserve. It’s becoming clear I’ll never Reach the silver-lined sky All because I’m a broken Angel Who never learned how to fly. 8/11/25
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Jan 21
Jan 21, 2026 at 6:48 PM UTC
Broken Angel
With every ounce of pain caused, I’ve carried it with me. Creating a memoir, A House of Memories. Never forgetting a thing, Just becoming more weighed down. Suffocating from the burdens As if I might drown. It’s like I can’t let it go, Like I can’t leave it behind. Forever dwelling on the pain I’ve out-ran so many times. As if each occurrence Was another brick, more weight. Which is why my chest feels so heavy, Filled with heartache. My heart has built a house To shelter the pain. Keeping it sealed behind its four walls So it can never escape. So each day I can remind myself The failure that I’ve been, Letting the voices in my head taunt me. They always win. This house is dark, each corner And hallway filled with hurt. Each room filled with hate and disgust. There’s no room for self-worth. Capturing all my mistakes Lined on the many walls. So, each day I keep reminiscing, Replaying them all. Depending on the ones, I still feel the regret, some shame: And some still cut so deep, It still carries a sting of pain. This house isn’t easily moved, Standing sure and firm on the ground. Making it certain I remain captive, Forever bringing myself down. But today I’m standing within these walls, Looking back on each memory. Desperately trying to find a way out Of reliving this misery. Yes, they were all lessons. There’s nothing I regret.; But it doesn’t make it any easier To move on and forget. Yet, nothing works. I honestly don’t know what else I can do. I can’t leave this place behind No matter how hard I try to. Then it hits me. I know exactly how to make this go away. How to set myself free From this never-ending shame. Taking one last look, I strike a match, Letting it hit the ground. Watching this house of memories And myself burn to the ground. The blaze rising higher and higher, Fully engulfing all around me. In just a few moments, it will all be over. I will be free. The flames make their way over, Spreading across every inch of my skin. I sigh my last breath. Relief. I never have to feel this pain again. 10/26/24
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Jan 17
Jan 17, 2026 at 4:06 PM UTC
Burning House
With every ounce of pain caused, I’ve carried it with me. Creating a memoir, A House of Memories. Never forgetting a thing, Just becoming more weighed down. Suffocating from the burdens As if I might drown. It’s like I can’t let it go, Like I can’t leave it behind. Forever dwelling on the pain I’ve out-ran so many times. As if each occurrence Was another brick, more weight. Which is why my chest feels so heavy, Filled with heartache. My heart has built a house To shelter the pain. Keeping it sealed behind its four walls So it can never escape. So each day I can remind myself The failure that I’ve been, Letting the voices in my head taunt me. They always win. This house is dark, each corner And hallway filled with hurt. Each room filled with hate and disgust. There’s no room for self-worth. Capturing all my mistakes Lined on the many walls. So, each day I keep reminiscing, Replaying them all. Depending on the ones, I still feel the regret, some shame: And some still cut so deep, It still carries a sting of pain. This house isn’t easily moved, Standing sure and firm on the ground. Making it certain I remain captive, Forever bringing myself down. But today I’m standing within these walls, Looking back on each memory. Desperately trying to find a way out Of reliving this misery. Yes, they were all lessons. There’s nothing I regret.; But it doesn’t make it any easier To move on and forget. Yet, nothing works. I honestly don’t know what else I can do. I can’t leave this place behind No matter how hard I try to. Then it hits me. I know exactly how to make this go away. How to set myself free From this never-ending shame. Taking one last look, I strike a match, Letting it hit the ground. Watching this house of memories And myself burn to the ground. The blaze rising higher and higher, Fully engulfing all around me. In just a few moments, it will all be over. I will be free. The flames make their way over, Spreading across every inch of my skin. I sigh my last breath. Relief. I never have to feel this pain again. 10/26/24
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