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what have you been through they ask
after read my poem

because the words able to
opened up their wounds
just like the first time

and they're wonder
if I have been through the same thing too.
we shares same pain
There are days where I couldn't
Mask my emotions any longer,
And I let it all fall.
I let my wounds bleed
With no sorry within my eyes,
While the demons fall heavy
From my mind,
Laying down into the pillow
When sleep does not come,
But I'm not asking to feel sorry
For me as it does no good
For anyone,
Yet, all I'm asking within
This vulnerable state is for someone
To hear me out,
And understand me. this deadly hour.
Kayla Gallant Sep 27
Immersed in sorrow
No longer alone
Yet the twinge
Still remains
The hole inside
Burns too deep
Nothing can fill it
But time itself
the deepest wounds take years to heal
Amoy Sep 24
The wheels of time spins in my direction knocking me off my feet
telling me I need to yield for it is my master. Time the illusional master captures me, casting shadows on my mind, body and heart.
imprisoning my thoughts and emotions with promises to sooth my pain
Does Time heal all wounds?
The light in my eyes burns low
as the gateway to my soul starts to suffocate
like a candles feint flicker fading away.
This leaky heart drips drops of hope
through a slow draining sieve,
with warmth escaping ,
cold like a cunning trickster
slowly starves this depleted vessel
of all sensation.

Living only to steal shallow breaths
for fear of the greedy hand of rot
that has pillaged my wilting will
that like a running wound oozes life.

This I would still prefer to your "love"
that repeatedly left me lifeless and limp
cowering behind high walls of stone
mending shredded flesh in secret
In self imposed shackles,
far too tight,
constantly cutting
into bruised wrists.

So I longingly look at those outside
while I am so lost inside myself,
hoping someone, somehow
penetrates this prison
of isolation

As my grip starts to slip I look down
at the haunting black beneath
where I was once consumed,
where I am afraid to fall again
from where I still haven't healed.

Drawing a dead man's last breath
I'm unafraid in defiance of death.
I let my vice fail, to embrace the abyss.
As absolute black washes over me
in it's powerful pull I begin to drown,
while my weighty corpse starts to sink

The last of my air bubbles away
with empty eyes
And nothing to say
  the wounds that wash an ocean red,
are the reason I will wind up dead
aisha Aug 30
all of the things you said
all of the things you did
no longer tug at my heart
or weighing it down

that was when I know
I have healed from all of your
bullet wounds
"If your wounds you'll let me heal,"

Says the Spirit,

"I'll give you zeal."
Emma Aug 18
You’re so unhappy.
And ******* but doesn’t it make you special.
Afterall no one else is unhappy;
Your pain at night is the warmest thing.
It gives you your driver’s license,
And you drive right the **** over me,
Your tire marks beneath my skin.
I catch secondhand misery from you.
You think your barbs are justified,
Baby they’re uninspired,
And just because they hurt don’t mean I need to hear them:
That’s not what truth is.
You wound because you can,
Too afraid to apologise and so you spoon out excuses
Boys have used before.
Like chunky lemon milk,
We linger past our expiration.
I bleed every inch
Of the words
From my wounds.
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