#damage poems on Hello Poetry

Cody Haag Apr 2018

I once compared myself to a flower,
But flowers seem to wither apart.
They cannot withstand the cold,
Nor can they endure a dark heart.

Flowers exhibit fragility like nothing else,
And that is how I viewed myself.
Looking back on my life, now,
I see the sins I have kept on a shelf.

I see the things I have hidden from the world,
The traits that sleep deep inside of me.
Attributes of which I should be ashamed,
Truths I will never set free.

The monster which taunted me,
It has left a blatant mark.
Pulling me so close,
And placing its hand upon my heart.

I fear that is what I have become,
Not a flower, nor a part of nature at all.
The changes that I have made,
They have led me to my downfall.

What is there to say?

#life #sadness #misery #monster #depression #suicidal #anxiety #alcoholism #damage #past

Frances Marie Apr 2018

Self-conflict;

Deep wounds with an invisible mark.

Carved by one I used to love; a love that never loved back.

Used, to be replaced with a friend.

A better body and high narcissism,

someone who wasn't afraid to use others,

also played with my heart.

They left me exposed,

Told people something that I am not.

Forced myself to become something I was not,

just for them to walk all over me.

He threatened to hurt my friends, dignity and poise,

She ruined potential love for me, dignity and poise.

The laughter and love I once had has left me.

Yet I feel sorry.

I felt love for them.

I always feel like I'm in the wrong and shouldn't say anything,

That I deserve the labels I'm given.

I know that's false,

that I can find love as true as can be;

also live with the emotional scars.

With time, comes a fork in the road to growth and self recovery.

I'm always sorry, but not for this anymore. Him and her did enough damage; I'm the only one that can fix myself.

#him #her #damage #dignity #poise #left #myself #mark #emotion #emotional

may Mar 2018

Flood

The feeling of butterflies in your stomach.
The feeling of losing your breath..
and stumbling to find words
feeling clumsy in every movement in their presence.

I'm my own person.
I'm not shy.
I don't get feelings.
I'm not short of words.
I don't get emotional.
I don't get feelings like this.

But feelings are like rain.
You can be in a drought and miss it like hell
..or..
you can forget what it's even like to have water.
But when it comes it floods.
You remember how beautiful the sound of rain is.
How it toys with your insides and makes you feel a roller coaster of emotions.
It makes you feel comforted and at peace
yet its dark and makes you feel alone.
It consumes your thoughts.
It has it's own intentions that you may never know,
it's mysterious and ever changing as it thuds on your rooftop so that all you can hear is its presence then within seconds disappears and when you look outside it's only evidence of existence is the puddle running down the road to disappear like it was never even there.

It is the feeling of love.
You can't control when it comes
you never know how long it will stay but ******* it it's all you can think about when it's here.

But this isn't my first storm.
While I should be dancing in the rain I never forgot the burn of the last storm.
The lightening struck and everything that was, never was the same.
Within a blink of my eye the rain was gone and I spent years trying to recover from the damage it left.
It ruined the curiosity of what each storm entails.
Instead of dancing in the rain I hide from it.
It's hard to let something overtake you when you don't know it's intentions or how long it will stay.

But you can't avoid rain forever.
It feeds and rejuvenates the world.
It gives life to the plants and makes them oh so vivid and colorful.
It washes away the past and gives light to the sun.
I just need to find the storm that always stays with me for the return of the sun.

#love #pain #rain #flood #storm #hurt #damage #beautiful #thoughts #****

The Admirer Mar 2018

DEPRESSION IN US

They don't understand what happens to you, when depressed.
You see everything as meaningless, especially yourself.
The way you can be overwhelmed by joy or sadness
And when you try to do as if you are okay, you end up more hurt.

The loneliness eats you alive, as you crumble away into nothingness.
You give a desperate cry for someone to notice you, help you, love you.
But no one is able to help, only one who can is yourself,
So you learn slowly that the damaged are the strongest.

The ones who live with the pain but carry on with their life.
The one who keeps going when all else in their life fails
the ones who keep quiet when friends talk about feeling
the ones who at the end of each day cry themselves to sleep

And for those who fail to do so, live on with their lives, I'm sorry,
Not because you did it, but why it made you feel like there's no way out.
People like us should live, we deserve a second chance, more than them.
Because they understand the things we have in our head, the hell within

#depression #troubles #damage

Fritzi Melendez Mar 2018

An Emergency State of Mind

Sometimes I wonder if the razor blades I used to drag onto my skin leaves bits and pieces of itself inside my body.
It would explain why I'm always being pulled back into my room, as if it were a magnet.
It irks me that I always find myself standing in front of my bed and hiding under the covers until a new day begins.
I pull myself out, but I end up in this dull lighted room every single time.
I wish I could stop but my body self consciously just wants to be in here.
Is it the accustomed loneliness? The overwhelming depression? The looming anxiety? It's too much, my brain can't comprehend.
I just think about this while I lay in this ******* tear soaked bed.
I let my mind race while my arm trickles with the damages I've done.
They say blood is thicker than water, but when it's self inflicted drops of blood and bittersweet saltwater tears, they're both just as heavy.
I find myself punching and banging my head against the wall next to my bedroom door.
I can just... turn the **** and ******* leave, but I always stop in front of it as if it were a monster I couldn't defeat.
Am I entrapping myself just to make myself suffer? Do I enjoy this torture? Do I just love watching my knuckles turn green and blue?
I feel like I'm obligated to stay in this stupid room.
Maybe it's the self hatred telling me I deserve to be confined.
Maybe then no one will see my stupid face.
Maybe then no one can hurt me again.
No one else can hurt me but myself.
I know the capabilities to which my own destruction towards myself extends.
Some times I feel like I'm intentionally keeping myself in imprisonment.
I can't love myself because people tell me I must stay away from what I fear.
Fear is supposed to drive me away, not let it become one within me.
And I feel like shooting out my brain will make this white noise ******* stop.
I feel like slitting my veins on my wrists will make everything go away.
It can be so easy to take all this weight off my worn out brain.
All the pain, all the ache, all the hurt, all the suffering, all the torture, all the bruises, all the cuts, all the voices, all the reminders, all the insecurities, it would all just go away.
With just one single movement.
I can interpret this in however I feel would be for the best.
I can either open my bedroom door and run without looking over my shoulder, or I can open up my skin and watch it turn into a red and white color.
I just... need to get up. Move. Go somewhere. Anywhere. Leave. Now.

.... But I can't.

I have realized that I'm somehow always being pulled back into my room.

#depression #suicide #room #door #razor #emergency #body #brain #damage #paralyzed

Marlo Qi SilhouetteOfADeadKid Mar 2018

Disoriented Damage

A line of vases
the wind blows against
knocking them over,
but only a few left broken

Some picked back up,
others left with just a scratch
but i'm part of the batch
that shattered.

Built back up,
glued together,
you can't erase the damage done by this weather,
leaving me unwanted forever

Left there all alone
to be knocked over
or thrown
until i've shattered once more
so you just leave me on the floor

because i'm
too far gone,
yes, you made me
too far gone
and now no one will piece me back together.

#broken #shattered #pieces #suicide #anxiety #society #damage #disoriented

Autumn Feb 2018

Will you see me differently?

I'm afraid to tell you
I'm afraid to show you

the skin beneath
the wrist up close
the bare thigh

I'm afraid that I want to tell you
I'm afraid for you to know

that every drunken night
I find myself in the bathroom stall
unsheathing my glistening release

to feel anything but lonliness

please, don't think less of me when you see my emotional history on my body

#newcrush #selfharm #drunk #damage #scars #pity

Garrick Styles Feb 2018

She

She wasn't a open book but I swear she was see through she didn't have to tell me a thing I already knew her story she grew up having everyone she cared about leave her she grew up being abused and neglected by a father who would run the streets chasing after women than to be at home with his daughter she cried out for help many times but no one heard her so eventually she got tired of this treatment and gave all hope a nice guy comes along and sweeps her off her feet this feels almost to perfect what's his motive what does he want from me ? But little did she know the guy was here to break the cycle of pain she endured for many years wipe away her tears replace that frown with a smile she tried to believe him when he said he wasn't leaving but she heard that before she tried to trust him but she couldn't believe someone could care about her so much so she ended things with him a true tragedy because the guy still loves her even after all this that

#damage #pain #love #hoplesspoeticcc