"sufferd" poems
Your soft skin is tearing,
Your voice is cracking, trying to sing.
Your hands are shaking, cold chillings runs down your spine.
No escape,
No place to hide.
Inside, you're dying, fighting for the smallest sliver of hope.
You died in that cocoon, you never became a butterfly.
Knifes are ordinairy now, you know them all too well.
As they cut and damage your resolve, you suddenly know it and it occurs to you...
Death is coming for you, it talks, whispers even:
''Go back to sleep my child, you've sufferd enough...''
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 1:02 PM UTC
I never represented my self as truth,
in any one's front but i do,
i open myself in front of you,
if i am hurted please try to understand,
why i am presenting me like that;
why i want your hand,
to hold my hands and my chin,
to put it front of your face,
am broken please make it trace,
on your eyes and see what i sufferd and what i am suffering,
these are not things these are feelings,
it alters and at the peak when it must be not,
to go upto the extent of beyond the thought,
numbness it's not i created,
i fought with situations and they not demonstrared,
that i am lieying in my aches,
am trying to stand up see it and believe it with truth and upcoming changes, if you have any query want any change,
just speak once i'll make upto my ability base,
nothing is dull against the beats,
but keep it in your mind that it bleads,
when the beats are not understood,
behind every reason there is a story that you should,
and must know
being my love just never let me go
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 12:58 PM UTC
You see through my foolish pride,
And you save me in the mist of my troubles,
You rescued me of things i should be burned with..
But you took my sin and hung it on the cross,
you drank my cup, and you sufferd...i dont deserve your grace...
i dont deserve your grace...
Dec 12, 2012
Dec 12, 2012 at 11:05 PM UTC
Not everyone suffers
The way you did
But everyone sufferd
the way they lived !
Not everyone observe
The way you did
But everyone observed
The way they saw !
Not everyone stayed
The way you did
But everyone stays
The way they wished.
The way they wished
The way you see
The way they observed
The way you feel
They way they left
The way you suffer
...
Its a game
Its just the way you did
Not me!
...
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 2:13 PM UTC
She lied there that day. All I now picture, is blood stains from unwanted needle work, and eyes redly diluted from sufferd pain.
She starved herself that day!
Not from food!
But Hypoxia. ❤❤
Mar 7, 2020
Mar 7, 2020 at 7:59 AM UTC