Sometimes, I start to hurt just enough To where I feel nothing at all. Sometimes, My lungs feel like They're filled with fire. Burning me from the inside out. Sometimes, My poor, fragile heart Takes one too many hits, And beats toxic blood. Sometimes, I can feel the memory Of the once vibrant and beautiful Butterflies that used to reside within me. But now they're just Gone.
Sometimes, I can't breathe.
Sometimes, I can't see the beauty In breathing.
Sometimes, I absolutely...
This is the final part of one of my favorite poems. I was in a very bad place when I wrote this and I remember crying while writing it. It made me feel so much better, and I hope reading it will make someone else feel better. Parts 1 and 2 are on my profile if you would like to read the entire poem. Thank you!
Sometimes, I feel paralyzed With the heartache I feel. Sometimes, My mind doesn't stop jumping From conclusion to conclusion On why my friend didn't text me back. Sometimes, I genuinely cannot comprehend What I did, or do, That compels everyone to run When they see me. Sometimes, I hear that little voice in my head, Telling me exactly why They didn't want me in the group chat.
Sometimes, I feel so suffocated with The feeling that no one Will ever want me. Sometimes, I feel like I'm drowning In the sea of self- doubt And self- loathing.
I hope you enjoyed Part 2! This poem is a very emotional one for me and I am really excited to share it. Part 1 is on my profile if you would like to read it from the beginning. Thank you!
Sometimes I sit and stress About things that Engulf everything. Sometimes it's late at night And I have a test tomorrow, But that doesn't stop me From obsessing over my imperfections As I lie in my bed. Sometimes, My hands start to shake Because people ask me "What do you like about yourself?" And I have to really try to Come up with something.
Sometimes, I can't see the light at the end Of that godforsaken tunnel. It's just a dark abyss that I Have no way of navigating.
This is part one of another one of my lengthy poems. The rest is to come soon! Thank you so much for reading.
A Guide on Burning Emotions 1. Get your heart broken 2. Contemplate your existence 3. Vent to a trusted friend 4. Realize you both hate emotions 5. Utter two simple words: "**** it." 6. Agree on a meeting spot 7. Meet at midnight (because that's when it hurts the most) 8. Hug each other 9. Dig out the shattered pieces of your heart 10. Lay them on the logs cut from behind the Heart- Breaker's house 11. Shed your final tears over the imbecile who didn't see your worth 12. Get the black matches that mirror your future soul 13. Both of you light a match by the tip of your painted nails
14. Light the place up
This is something I wrote after venting to a friend after getting my heart broken. We have plans on ruling the world one day, as you will see in a future poem.
You've cried on the bathroom floor, Asking yourself why you weren't good enough. You've changed everything about yourself, Multiple times, Just to make him love you.
But this wasn't for a boyfriend. This pain was endured for the one man Who was supposed to make sure That you were never hurt. All of this suffering was caused Because the guy that was supposed to be Your first love, Didn't deliver.
The man who was supposed to make you Feel perfect... The man who was supposed to give you All of his love... The man who was supposed to tell you That there is nothing wrong with you...
I hope you enjoyed part two! To read the beginning of this poem, visit my profile, I am planning on posting some different stuff very soon. Thank you!
This poem isn't one about boys. This poem isn't a tribute to the girls Who got their hearts broken by an idiot. But I pray for them too.
This poem is not plea for attention, This poem is not a bargaining chip.
This is to the little girls who's Fathers hurt them more Than any boy ever could This is an ode to the girls who cry over An abandoned office. This is for the warriors who fought through the pain.
You've wondered if it was your fault. You've wondered if there was anything You or anyone could've done. The nights you've seen pass by As you contemplate why he didn't stay Are countless.
You've written poems about the Emptiness you've felt Because of his absence. You've rehearsed in your mind what it would Be like If he came back. You've thought about how it would be If life were perfect.
This is the first part of this poem. It's fairly lengthy so I'm breaking it up into parts. I hope you enjoyed Part One!