Maybe
Maybe I don't cry, but I hurt
Maybe I won't say, but I feel
Maybe I don't show, but I care
Poems on the topic: pain
Poems on the topic “pain” on Poets.by.
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I wished the world knew the pain you caused me.
stop
They don't want to cry,
they want it to stop.
They don't want to cut,
they want it to stop.
so why haven't they stopped it?
they don't want to die,
they just want it to stop.
What if I told you I never loved you
What if I never loved you?
What if I did love you?
What if I said you where the cause of my pain?
What if I said you didn't cause my pain?
What if is the question every one asks after sometime bad happens. What if I didn't say that to him he would still be here? what if I just said I love you more? What if I just said yes? What if I never loved you
Just confused
Hurt,
Blinding my senses.
Throwing me into,
Total confusion.
Should I be sad,
Or should I smile?
What emotion,
Should I show.
What facial gestures,
Must I make.
Happiness is so much,
Easier to fake.
Is this good,
Or is this bad?
Do such terms exist,
In this universe.
A HEART OF STONE
There was a time
The sound in my chest was soft
The clapping of flesh on blood
Soft and moist
But that was when I had a heart
Human it was
But the pain it brought me
Great and Sad
And now,
All I hear is screeching
A heart of stone
Hard and Dry
Like the grinding of granite on ice
The ice that now flows through me
The ice that now flows in my vein
Depressed
Forgive and forget,
Please let the pain consume you
Forgive and forget,
Everything they have done to you
Remember the ideals you've been preaching
Don't do this terrible things that you're wishing
You'll feel pain today, and again tomorrow
Don't make things worse, just endure the sorrow
Forgive and forget those who caused you pain
And just enjoy everything, even the rain
Also don't yell out, "I'm becoming insane!"
Because remember, you have nothing to gain
You are always alone, please don't forget
Do not complain, your future is set
Just forgive and forget every painful thing
And just let me watch your suffering
Reality
i love books because every ending is tied up with a pretty bow
all loose ends addressed
instead of the empty half-ever-afters full of questions
sorrows
pain
confusion
left behind after you're screwed over
you don't have to wonder
you know
Becoming the Hunter
i lay there for twenty-two days
wilting
crying
feeling as if i was slowly dying
while still begging for the help that never came
i lay there for twenty-two days before i learned
that help would
never
come
and the stabbing, gut-wrenching pain would
never
end
until i took that knife and killed the soulless creature devouring me
in cold blood
Crown of Tears
it seems to me that the only
cure
for a broken heart is to spread
the pain
to others and wear it like spoils of war
17 Muscles to Smile
it was only a smile, nothing more.
it didn't make everything all right.
it didn't put food on the table or protect them when i couldn't.
it didn't open her eyes or heal her heart.
it didn't stop me from crying in the bathroom or hating everything.
it didn't make the pain disappear.
it was only a smile, a tiny thing.
so why did twitching a few muscles convince people i was fine?
Cheap Shot
"Go sell yourself to someone else."
i've forgiven you for saying this, i really truly have.
it was said in a time of anger and spite,
bubbling out of your throat like vomit,
dousing your tongue with bitter regret once they left your mouth.
i understand this better than anyone.
but the words are still branded on my ribs,
following me everywhere i go,
and echoed a hundredfold more than the last second.
gosellyourself:needypatheticslutimpurevainweakbrokeconceited
i am haunted by these spiteful words that once spilled from your lips
like coughed up blood as it floods your lungs.
how many people have
i
haunted this way?
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