41. Puppet
The despair that holds her back tugs on her heartstrings
But like a puppet she will obediently play along
She was once optimistic and filled with joy
The despair that holds her back tugs on her heartstrings
But like a puppet she will obediently play along
She was once optimistic and filled with joy
The puppet was me. I still feel like that sometimes. Last year I had to break the strings. I was in an 8 year relationships. I was his puppet. Whatever he said to do, I had to do it or he...
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Flashbacks run through my mind
My hands find their way to my hair
They grab, pull, scratch
"STOP IT!" I try to scream
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If one day, I could have a helium balloon,
And be carried away with just one little bloom,
The petals sweep around me, light enough to fly,
So little to eat, surprised I did not die,
I have an eating disorder and it hurts inside. These poems really help
In the early hours,
As most should be sleeping,
I sit in our bedroom window and perform a ritual.
Smoking a cigarette, wrapped tightly in a blanket,
I absolutely love this poem. I do like to over analyze some poetry, but this poem could mean so much. This poem really touched my heart. I know how it feels to be there but not actually be...
O.C.D., those evil eyes that stare at me,
That bully in my head,
Obsession, obsession, obsession,
Is all that can be said.
Turmoil covers my eyes and my heart.
It never leaves me in day or dark.
Combat changed me to this way.
Hate and death seem to be with me to stay.
I send anxiety
a cease and desist letter.
I close her mouth.
Unbind her gnawing disquiet,
One thousands beats per second
It hammers ‘gainst my chest
I feel it in my temples
Tonight there’ll be no rest
Famous Poem
Here,
in the room of my life
the objects keep changing.
Ashtrays to cry into,
hello, I love you, goodbye.
Sometimes I wonder why I try.
most days seem the same;