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Lynette Dec 9
There is a sadness in my eyes
That no one knows
Feeling lost and alone
The emptiness grows

All I ever wanted was a love, a love that was true
A love that would shelter me when everything was blue

With hope in my eyes and pain in my heart
I look to you to help me restart
My life

Can you put your anger aside and hold my hand through this dark lonely night
And carry me to a brand new day
Where the sky is blue again and the sun shines the way

You are my rock, my shelter from the storm
Can you give to me and keep me safe and warm

Hold me in your arms and never let me go
Letting nothing come between us
Ever again.
Written September 14, 2016 during the throes of narcissistic abuse
Lynette Dec 9
Her eyes tell a story if you look close enough
Her shoulders are rounded from a life that's been tough

Her days carry on with no hope in sight
The same old song repeated each night

The angst of longing for the one that won't love back
Her heart is heavy and her days are black

But yet she keeps on hoping for him to see the light
To learn how to give himself and make everything alright.

She needs him to be with her while the chips are down
He can't seem to understand why she needs him around

She screams for help but no one hears her call
The one she needs the most won't listen at all

No understanding that this sadness she can't help.
There's no way out for her. Her life is a living Hell.
Written September 14, 2016
I love you
I love yo
I love y
I love
I lov
I lo
I l
I
I once....loved.....you.

But you took everything I gave off my self and through it away.
I said everything will be okay, do you trust me? I asked, while you replied a yes.
But you couldn't wait for me or it.
Every day I came home from work you met me with anger and bad words.
You through things at me even though I didn't understand what I had done wrong.
I was exhausted and fatigued but still....I kept on for you.
And still you continued to through me under the buss as I was the one to be blamed on for everything wrongdoing that you did towards me.
No
No
No

I don't love you anymore.
I don't love anyone anymore.
My soul, my heart has been destroyed because of you.
And my mind....it has grown 1000 layers of hardened shield to protect my emotions from escaping out..
Because I have lost hope, trust, love in everyone because of you.

No one will ever hear my deepest emotions anymore... only a "I'm okay".

I hate you for it.... but I'm thankful for the lesson I have learned because of what you did towards me.

I am and never will be the same person ever again who I watched in the mirror yesterday.

©copyright 2024 David Jacobsen
This a poem I wrote after feeling that the relationship I am in now is a very Narcissistic relationship. My only freedom I have is writing for now.
brynna Oct 2
i guess you didn’t mean what you said
cause it’s 7am and i’m hanging by a thread
last weekend, your bride
now nothing but a downside.
it’s been awhile! these next couple may be a little rough 😅
Peter Garrett Sep 16
I should've been a better friend
I should've been there for you
I should've known better...
But as much as it pains me
To admit such terrible truth
You know I've always been
The narcissistic type
And had to make it
All about me
One of the hardests confessions I've ever made...
Kate Millar Mar 3
I see a glimpse of the past
I see the trouble
Ignore the sensible
Invite the unknown

Leap into the warmth
It’s inviting
You can’t resist

The pain it will bring
Pretend it doesn’t exist

Something doesn’t feel welcoming
Yet alluring at the same time

You have just been experienced a narcissist

Your pain is his gain
Ashwin Kumar Mar 3
I thought you cared for me
Because, your words had always conveyed that to me
I was supposed to be your best friend
However, our relationship, you decided to end
You said you were my sister
But you left me feeling rather bitter
Because you cared only about yourself
And left me hating myself
For something as minor as a Facebook comment
Never did you have any good intent!

I thought you cared for me
But it was never "we"
It was all "you"
Our friendship had no value
Because you were obsessed about yourself
You and your anaconda sized ego
Which you could never let go
You and your precious Mumbai Indians
Were the only **** sapiens
Who truly mattered to you
Apart from your "bestest friend"
You, would he blindly defend
As though you were a Nobel Prize winner
While you were actually a sore loser
With an extremely domineering personality
Masked by a deceptively sweet tongue

I thought you cared for me
But you never let me be
Because, all that mattered, was your precious image
Often, would you take umbrage
Over relatively insignificant matters
Such as me not marking you present
When you were LITERALLY absent
No wonder, did you have your haters
Because, YOU came before everyone else
Never did you take a pause
And empathise with anyone
In fact, YOU were everyone!!

I thought you cared for me
But you never truly cared for anyone
You thought you were a special someone
Who deserved all the attention in the world
On the other hand, often did you fold
At the slightest hint of pressure
Though you were so sure
That you were always right
Oh boy, never were you a pretty sight!!

I thought you cared for me
But you never took the trouble to understand me
You called me your best friend
But I was nothing more than a means to an end
Because you were a narcissist
And as a friend, one of the worst
Seriously, accepting your offer of friendship
Was nothing short of a mishap!!
Anyway, you will get what's coming to you
Your friends will eventually leave you
And then it will be just YOU
Left to fend for yourself
As you deserve to be
Because you are so obsessed with yourself
However, the world is for all
It's time you learned that
Once and for all!!
Poem dedicated to a narcissistic former friend of mine from my engineering days.
jǫrð Nov 2023
I found the transcript,
All my transgressions
Sat heavy in the bottom
Of the ottoman you left out
On the porch when the hurricane came.

And next to that, a toy
Spot, as he was once called,
Risen once more to claim
The key of my death,
Of all that was once white and innocent.

I can read between the lines,
I've become an expert at that
And I know what she meant
When she placed these together
Like a time capsule of my fall from grace

She never wanted me anyway.
The History: My only crime, was that I thought I loved someone much older than myself. My brother came home from the military, and created unnecessary conflict. He coached my mother to have the man I was seemingly in love with arrested and I blamed myself for his lost years.  I always knew her actions were correct though my feelings were unwavering. That's what young love does. She always told me I, "Chose a man over my own family" all the while leaving me without proper medical treatment, or food or care to go out with men she was seeing. She was a bar fly that never married.
After abandoning me for a short while as a child to party here in Florida, she took me back and we moved here permanently. She took me from my father to spite him. She wanted me to take care of her when she was dying. Made me promise I would my whole life. I loved her through all of the abuse.
I wasn't there when she passed though. I never expected her to go so suddenly. And when I went to her home, I found the courtroom transcript of my greatest trauma placed with my very first toy from childhood. The one she placed in my crib at birth. One last dig from beyond the grave.
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