21. If Only Walls Could Talk
If only walls could talk,
They'd tell you about me,
And how they hear me scream
And watch me while I bleed.
If only walls could talk,
They'd tell you about me,
And how they hear me scream
And watch me while I bleed.
Four days after I turned fifteen in 2018, I was sexually harassed by someone I didn't even know. The police couldn't do anything because he had gone back to his own country. This made me feel...
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I am broken,
But nobody picks up the pieces.
I'm falling,
But nobody catches me.
This poem is really touching. It describes how a depressed person feels. When you look at the world, it seems like you are alone because no one understands you.
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Empty
Yet full
Broken
Yet able to love with the pieces
This poem really speaks to me because I used to feel like that. Sometimes I still do. I'm basically friendless because all my so-called friends lost touch or have a "busy schedule." I know...
I wish I could forget...
Forget all the tears and pain,
Forget all the hurt and shame,
Forget all the things of my past,
Isabelle K, I know how you feel. My biological dad gave up his rights when I was a baby. I'm now 11, almost 12. My biological dad had other things he wanted to do in life and being a dad...
I don't know why I bother to try;
even though I know you'll never be satisfied.
I'm not what you want, and I'm not what you need,
but you're twisting and turning my reality.
I was always considered the black sheep in my family because I looked at the world differently, so I was judged. I was raised in a Christian home but I couldn't understand why you would...
Sometimes I feel unimaginable pain.
It's always in my mind, within my brain.
It dwells inside all of my heart
And inside my veins.
I know this. It's an endless, repeating, painful loop. You ask someone if they think you're good enough, are you beautiful, are you smart, do they love you, do they care. They respond with...
I've tried. Time and time again, I've tried.
To not cut, to not be weak, to not fall into temptations.
You single-handedly abolished whatever pieces of my heart were left.
You see the struggles I've been through. You still leave me, like I'm nothing.
This poem is so easy to relate to. Even though no one should have to relate to it. No one should have to feel this way - like suicide is the only option. I've been there myself. Thought that...
Can no one see this smile I'm faking,
See how, inside, I'm constantly shaking?
These people all claim they know me well,
Yet no one can see through my crumbling shell
This is truly what I feel. Their hopes that I'll be something they think of is fading. It's just killing me. I have no one to express myself to. I don't want someone to feel or even know what...
Imagine an endless darkness
where the air is filled with pain,
where there are endless cries of torture,
where good is always in vain.
Why do you stand around and watch me cry?
Don't you see me in the corner of your eye?
I'm in so much pain, don't you see?
Why do you just stare and watch me bleed?
Never change your originality
For the sake of others
Because no one else can play your role
Better than you
So be yourself
You are the best
You don't know and I'll never tell.
If you look at me you'd never know what's really inside.
I may laugh and smile,
And you'll think I'm OK.
This is a really good poem. I, too, pretend to be okay when all I feel is an unending emptiness. It's like feeling everything all at once and then suddenly feeling nothing at all.
What happened to me,
The one I used to be?
Now, when I look at my reflection,
I'm filled with recollection
Being deeply sad and depressed can weigh on a person like nothing else. This poem reminds me of my own experiences and of the loneliness that sometimes washes over me when I feel like I'm...
I live within the present,
But am stuck within the past.
I look toward the future,
With hopes that never last.
The me you see is not the real me.
This isn't who I wish to be.
I hide the pain, I hide the strife.
Honestly, I just want to escape this life.
I was really amazed by the level of sorrow in this poem. It truly touched me. Sometimes I, too, feel myself in the same condition of loneliness and sorrow. This poem reminded me of my blue...
When she smiles and laughs,
It no longer sounds hollow,
For she has learned
To mask her sorrow.
Goodbye, my sweet Lori. Wishing you were still alive and in our family, hearts, and homes. On September 25, 2018, Lori Denise Gonzales was called home to heaven by the dear Lord, leaving...
You think you understand me?
I can hear you speak, you see?
You go on about my perfect life.
God I've never found a poem or any piece that could describe exactly how I feel before THIS. It felt like I was reading my own work. Now I know I'm not alone. Keep writing! :)) xx
How is it I cry all night,
Yet you still believe everything is all right?
How can you not see my pain
When it is clearer than the rain?
I love you, but you love her.
I still remember what we were.
I still cherish what we used to be.
I still remember when you loved me.
Thanks so much for this poem! This is a repeatedly tantalizing experience so frequently occurring to lovers in the world; you love someone who usually loves someone else and pays not much...
I look deep into your eyes
but all I see are lies
where there was hurt and suffering
there's now a black hole of nothing
I've been dealing with depression for the past three years and suicide is a big thing for me. Thank you, this poem means a lot!
The yells,
yells and screams,
unwanted dreams,
I'm never wanted,
Even when I am alone, I feel this way. I have scars on my wrist from the times I couldn't take the pain of living with people who tell you you're not good enough. that no matter what you do...