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Broken Pieces Aug 2020
One, Two, Three.... It's still not enough,
Scratching over and over is leaving my skin rough.

This isn't something I can control anymore,
I can't just wait for the pain to walk out the door.

This is the way I've begun to cope,
I want to be okay, I really do, but I have no hope.

I can't really tell you how I feel,
Because I know the pain in you would never heal.

I'm sorry that this is how I am now,
I know it's not something you allow.
Myrrdin Jul 2020
At the end of the day,
I just need something,
Anything,
Inside of me,
To fill the voids,
If it comes in clear baggies,
Or leather jackets,
It matters not,
If it just stays for a while.
She longed for you in lonely nights
Of pouring rains and flickering lights.

She looked for you from steepy heights to sloping grounds,
on rolling tides and sandy bars.

She loved you since and loves you still.

She has coped  with the thought, you're not her's to keep and hold.
Cailey Weaver Jun 2020
Every day I feel the pain less.

The needles in my heart become fewer and farther between.

The joys of life dull the hurt you gave me.

Until I forget it was ever mine.
Arcassin B Apr 2020
By Arcassin Burnham


We gotta do better , when you find someone
In pain , do you rob and protect them?
Do you speak or just nag them?
Tears and lies create destructive minds in awakening time,
this world is violent that even some people would take a
trip off,
So they use pills and different things to cope,
Get out the car if you can't stand smoke,
You brainwashed mind will leave you choked,
Up in the sky , you could see it cloaked,
Treat people how , you know the saying,
Cause if we come together there's no way that they can stop
Us,
Escape the terminus , don't get bashed in by negan,
You either sink or swim, there's no debating even,
Speak to me nice , them words you won't have to eat.


©abpoetry2020
https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2020/04/speak-to-me-nice.html
Bhill Apr 2020
pandemonium
exists in the world today
the people must cope

Brian Hill - 2020 # 92
Wash YOUR hands...
Time is tragically still
and the air is frigid.

I've now begun to settle from my past state
of pure livid,
anger I can't live with.

With the mastering of calm and meditative breathing
the stress melts away.
I'm constantly watching it slowly decay.

Control back on my side
as I suddenly feel
the odd sensation of content inside.

Coping and alive,
and somehow,
still,
I thrive.
Jack Torrance Feb 2020
Bottle an emotion,
or put it in a pill.
I’m trying to move forward,
but I’m only standing still.

Past becomes the present,
but my presence is in the past.
A nightmare that’s grown teeth,
to tear me apart at last.

What do you see in him,
that you didn’t see in me?
Why was I so horrible,
that you had to get free?

Now I need medication,
to fill the void that’s left,
but I cannot find the colors,
that left my soul bereft.

Am I really crazy?
I only ask cause I can’t tell.
Every day that I wake up,
is like waking up in hell.

Emotionally castrated,
full of wounds that never heal.
I wish I could be normal,
but I’ve lost the ability to feel.

It breaks my heart to think,
that there is no going back.
Because the past is now the present,
and the colors are all black.

So I guess that leaves the future,
and all I can do is hope.
Hope that my future past,
will allow for me to cope.
Jay Feb 2020
There is this anger within me
you left me
I needed you the most
and you just gave up
you were on the floor
you didn't cry for help when you collapsed
why didn't you yell?
we could've saved you
you just laid there
and let it happen
you left me
I scream your name at night
I don't even know I do it
I am scaring people
I need you
you left me
you left me for what?
you don't believe in a heaven or a hell
you left me for nothing
you were supposed to be there for me
you were supposed to take care of me
you were supposed to walk me down the aisle
because my real dad is in and out of prison
abusing every girl he sleeps with
injecting every shot he is presented with
you were supposed to be my safe haven
you left me
you died
you.
My father figure who is also my best friend died in early November. I am getting worse. I don't know how to deal with death. I think grieving the dead is stupid. the dead is dead and that is it. yet I have nightmares of him... I miss him
Mark Toney Jan 2020
****** into a turbulent nexus
Exceeding ability to cope
Sucker-punched in my solar plexus
Victim of life's rope-a-dope


© 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
01/01/2020 - Poetry form: Rhyme - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2020
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