"codemned" poems - Hello Poetry

What has my life come to? Did I ever really had a choice I dont know how to put in the words what I feel Sometimes nothing even seems real I was taken my basic human needs And got them replaced with human feces Never did I thought when I was a child that role of parent will become mine I feel so broken, I feel so insecure. And quite honestly I cant see any cure Im codemned, I still am to walk without dignity and be filled with shame, shame that isnt mine. Yet here Iam god knows how I would look like If I had myself, god knows what things would look like If I didnt put my self in a cell.

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Jul 12, 2018

Jul 12, 2018 at 7:17 AM UTC

Tijana_

Mourning

What has my life come to? Did I ever really had a choice I dont know how to put in the words what I feel Sometimes nothing even seems real I was taken my basic human needs And got them replaced with human feces Never did I thought when I was a child that role of parent will become mine I feel so broken, I feel so insecure. And quite honestly I cant see any cure Im codemned, I still am to walk without dignity and be filled with shame, shame that isnt mine. Yet here Iam god knows how I would look like If I had myself, god knows what things would look like If I didnt put my self in a cell.

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Condemned To My Own Hell © Tied down by chains Shackled by my pain Voices driving me insane They keep calling my name Tormented by my shame Forced to bleed out I scream and shout Choking on my tears Feeding off my fear I'm all alone here Condemned To My Own Hell Images of the past Flash in my mind so fast Even thou they don't last The memories are unsurpassed I beg to be free Someone rescue me Codemned To My Own Hell Broken and bleeding Tormented and pleading But they keep feeding Off my pain It is their gain They **** and drain Driving me insane Condemned To My Own Hell My body wrapped in wire Burning my flesh like fire My hell is their desire My pain is their supplier Shackled here by a Liar Condemned To My Own Hell Forced to live a lie Tormented by his unspoken goodbye Wishing I could die Don't let him see me cry He feeds off my Pain My misery is his gain Condemned To The Hell He Created. ©

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Apr 21, 2015

Apr 21, 2015 at 8:49 PM UTC

MissFireStone

Condemned To My Own Hell

Condemned To My Own Hell © Tied down by chains Shackled by my pain Voices driving me insane They keep calling my name Tormented by my shame Forced to bleed out I scream and shout Choking on my tears Feeding off my fear I'm all alone here Condemned To My Own Hell Images of the past Flash in my mind so fast Even thou they don't last The memories are unsurpassed I beg to be free Someone rescue me Codemned To My Own Hell Broken and bleeding Tormented and pleading But they keep feeding Off my pain It is their gain They **** and drain Driving me insane Condemned To My Own Hell My body wrapped in wire Burning my flesh like fire My hell is their desire My pain is their supplier Shackled here by a Liar Condemned To My Own Hell Forced to live a lie Tormented by his unspoken goodbye Wishing I could die Don't let him see me cry He feeds off my Pain My misery is his gain Condemned To The Hell He Created. ©

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When I first saw her She was standing over me, like a worn statue of Aphrodite. She radiated beauty and power and her skin glistened like a lake reflecting the fragile moonlight When I first saw her, she was wearing an asking Alexandria t shirt, a beacon of individuality in a copy and paste status quo of basketball shorts and loaded guns aimed at the weak. When I first saw her, I was laying on the ground looking up. I was halfway through the word help, she was halfway through the word stop. I was 13. Kids a few years older and twice my size held me by my throat and I choked on the gasoline bile boiling up from my stomach. After she broke a few knuckles, she dusted me off. When I first saw her, she said, youre kind of a loser, but I like you. When I last saw her, I bent over the casket to kiss her cheek. The bruises on her neck and cuts in her wrists still hid behind the make up and I wouldve have seen them regardless of the caskets opening. I had this childlike dream that a tear would seep through her chest and water her soul enough to regrow and shed once again beam that beautiful smile that cut through the fog of life. I stood over her like a mournful tower, codemned to not move from its place. "Youre kind of a loser, but I love you"

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May 26, 2016

May 26, 2016 at 10:19 AM UTC

NoahH

Her

When I first saw her She was standing over me, like a worn statue of Aphrodite. She radiated beauty and power and her skin glistened like a lake reflecting the fragile moonlight When I first saw her, she was wearing an asking Alexandria t shirt, a beacon of individuality in a copy and paste status quo of basketball shorts and loaded guns aimed at the weak. When I first saw her, I was laying on the ground looking up. I was halfway through the word help, she was halfway through the word stop. I was 13. Kids a few years older and twice my size held me by my throat and I choked on the gasoline bile boiling up from my stomach. After she broke a few knuckles, she dusted me off. When I first saw her, she said, youre kind of a loser, but I like you. When I last saw her, I bent over the casket to kiss her cheek. The bruises on her neck and cuts in her wrists still hid behind the make up and I wouldve have seen them regardless of the caskets opening. I had this childlike dream that a tear would seep through her chest and water her soul enough to regrow and shed once again beam that beautiful smile that cut through the fog of life. I stood over her like a mournful tower, codemned to not move from its place. "Youre kind of a loser, but I love you"

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