"tourtured" poems
It is easy
Just to give up
Just to stay in bed
Why bother
This can be anyone
A friend, a teacher, a bully
Someone from home
A sibling, a father, a mother
This could be you
It is easy to want to cry
Hide away
Just disappear
But you are told no
Be strong
This is your burden
It is yours to bear
Just going trough life
Going trough the motions
Wear your mask
Wear your smile
Will the feeling last
How long
Will it go away
Or is it staying awhile
Am I stuck
Trapped in this cage
Going around in a rut
No way out
No one will hear me
No one will listen
No matter what
Even if I yell and shout
Everyone feels like this
But we only know the me
It is only how I feel
No one knows how I feel
But everyone have these feelings
Everyone thinks this way
But we built this wall
This is real
You can't come in
The wall is up
You don't know
Just to give up on everything
This is the life we are given
The life we live
This is the story that is written
The song we sing
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 11:27 PM UTC
She set the scene
Like they do for the movie screen
Very thing she did had a meaning
She cleaned the house till it was gleaming
She tried to pretend she hadn't planned it for months, for weeks, for days
But everything she did has something different to say
She had ordered a surgical scalpel online
Praying it would come in time
It arrived a few days ago
And today would be her last show
She put on her favorite dress
The wrinkles out of it she gently caressed
She added rose petals to the bath water
A reminder of all the loved that had faltered
A couple of candles, for the light
That in her eyes no longer shined, her soul was as black as moon less night
She put on a little makeup, there would be no tears to smear it
They were all dried up, her life was ****
She slowly lowered herself into the tub
She didn't want a mess, it would contain her blood
She took that surgical tool, Determined to end all that was cruel
She didn't have to press to hard
She was dealing death's card
She made the slits down her wrist
Watching all of her life's blood flow out filled her with bliss
The water soon turned a crimson red
She just relaxed, there was no dread
The candles like her life soon expired
She had gotten what she had so desired
The iron smell of her blood soon filled the room
It's aroma was a forbidding doom
Her face despite the makeup was ashen white
But a smile creased her lips, she was done with life's fight
She looked so peaceful, so at rest
For her tourtured soul has no longer imprisoned within her flesh
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 11:57 AM UTC
will i ever be okay
will i ever find peace
will i ever find me again
i am trapped in my own mind
i am tourtured
i am tormented
day after day i hope for peace
but it never comes
it may never come
until then i am an empty shell of what used to be happiness and joy
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 4:47 PM UTC