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My Wounded Heart by Sarah 5*31*05
You think you know me
Well you're wrong
My list of problems
Is very long
I can't stand life
For me it's just hell
Im very depressed
But this I won't tell
I don't want to die
But at times I do
I have screamed and cried
And harmed myself too
I know it's wrong
It's very bad
But I can't help it
I get too mad
It's hard to stop
I've tried and tried
Because of this habit
I've cried and cried
You wont see me sad
You wont see me cry
You might see blood on my wrists
You might see me die
I keep my mouth shut
I let you be mean
But my feelings get hurt
But this is unseen
I love my friends
I have a lot
But tell everything to my friends
I have not
Im in a group
A gang about four
Time with family or friends
Friends is more
We talk and laugh
And always have fun
But they can be so mean
That all I want's a gun
I have no one to talk to
No one to trust
So keep my feelings inside
I always must
I can't say these feelings
They must stay inside
But in a knife and loud music
I can always confide
My family doesn't help
They make it worse
If this keeps up
I'll be next in a herse
My little sister is mean
She is rarely nice
Her bad mood spreads
Through our family like lice
My older sister is nicer
But sometimes its like I'm not there
I used to think I could talk to her
But she always tells so now I dont dare
My mom is really great
I can talk to her a lot
But when it comes to favortism
The favorite i am not
She favors my little sister
She won't admit it's true
She can't notice she's doing it
Because everyone else does it too
My step-dad's really nice
He always has been and will be
But sometimes he makes mistakes
These mistakes he wont see
He favors his daughter way too much
He acts like she's a queen
When the only thing she really is
Is a selfish spoiled teen
My dad's a different story
He can be worse than all the rest
But to him it's different
To him he's the best
He can be very selfish
He thinks of nobody but him
He thinks everyone should answer
To his every little whim
He doesn't respect me
He acts like I'm still four
Saying "don't do this" and "don't do that"
I can't take it anymore
I had a couple of boyfriends
I like them both a lot
One I'm still with
One I am not
I said "I love you"
To both of these boys
But with their hearts it feels like
I'm playing like toys
My first boyfriend and I
Lasted a while
Within these three months
I found out love can be vile
We had our problems
Little fights here and there
With every one of these fights
My heart would give a tear
We broke up after a while
I found someone new
I felt bad for the other boy
But what else could I do
I didn't love him anymore
So I couldn't stay
So I ended our relationship
That one sad day
That boy still loves me
I know he always will
This is way too much drama
It's enough to kill
The boy I have now
Is always sweet and kind
I love him very much
He is always on my mind
He loves me a lot
I know it's true
But so does the other boy
So I don't know what to do
Life's messed up now
But my wounds will mend
But my wounded heart
Is wounded til' the end
Thats it the end. i hope you liked it and thanks for reading.
omg...
i read this, and well first to let you understand i relate to some of the things you said and talked about in your poem... i was litterally in tears by the time i was done reading it...there is one thing i have learned to be true in my long eighteen years...haha, that learning to remember but not regret is far better than hating and trying to forget... -me
i am riddled with physical, emotional, mental scars of choices, bad choices i have made and i know that when i look at them i now feel proud that i went through the shit i did and lived, to be at least halfway sane and decent as ill ever get... thas something i remember every day, wether im in the bathroom or in bed or even watching television. i always remember, and instead of seeing my mistakes as ugly, i see them as my past, me, something i have taken in and used to grow and become a better person, the hardest part for me isnt the occasional lingering suicidal thoughts or memories, more like just the idea of facing each new day with more obstacles. as a result i have learned the absolute value of the phrase, take it one day at a time. i try not to think too far ahead because it gives me a headache and makes me want to die right there on the spot. but when i think about maybe just tomorrow, having the day off from work, or thinking about having my favorite breakfast when i wake up, its just enough to keep me going and its perfect for the way i want to live. the way i need to live. tears are valuable though, they are emotional torrents of release. i like to think of crying as my eyes having an orgasm. sounds funny i know but its physical release, not just for your eyes, but for your soul your conscious your body overall. i just hate the fact that over the years of abuse both by self and by others, the shell around my heart and my personality itself has hardened into something i have yet to figure out. but when it comes down to it, each and every day i always find something to be grateful for. not grateful for that something, but grateful for me, grateful that i was alive another day to see it, experience it, love it, taste it, touch it, be it.... discovery, and creation are the human experience i believe. and i try to use that to my advantage all the time...
okay i have said way more than i intended, but, and pardon the uh, expression, damn im good...haha
poetry tiff
" Such sights as youthful poets dream
On summer eve by haunted stream."
-John Milton
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour."
-William Blake
all i have to say is omg i lo
all i have to say is omg i love your poem it was amazing