I'm Tired
Analysis of Form and Technique
I'm tired.
Tired of the constancy,
the constancy of judgment.
Tired of hiding,
Analysis of Form and Technique
I'm tired.
Tired of the constancy,
the constancy of judgment.
Tired of hiding,
I lived in an abusive household for the first nine years of my life. Suffering sexual assault, beatings, starvation, all at the hands of the people who were supposed to protect me. When I was...
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Cry quietly in a corner
Don't make a big scene
Don't let anyone think something's wrong
Remember not to be mean...
So this really hit me. Every day of freshman year the only way I made it was by telling myself I could kill myself the next day. I told myself nothing mattered, seeing as I would be dead by...
"I'm tired," I say,
"That's all."
And in a way, I guess it's true.
In every other way,
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you say your there for me
but when I really open up to you , you just don't want to see
you act like you care
but when I have these thoughts and break downs I ring and your never there...
I was raped 7 times at the age of 3 by my step-sister. My brother and father are both dead. I've been abused, enslaved. I attempted suicide at least 13 times, now I helped the girl I love go...
Analysis of Form and Technique
You see a smile on the outside,
But that's all you can see.
What if tears run down my face on the inside?
This is my poem of the day because I feel the same way. My boyfriend and I were going through drama, and he think it's okay for him not to say how I feel about it, but it hurts me deep inside...
Hi my name is Kourtney and I am 13 years old. I am going through depression, but I am a little better because I got help, so all I can say is life will get better. You just have to wait.
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There was this girl
Who had a great deal of pain
She been raped and beat
She had hurt and hatred running through her veins...
I cut myself, it's a horrible truth. I'm addicted to pain. I need help. I can't control it anymore. I've pondered suicide so many times, but didn't attempt. I fell in love with this poem when...
I sit and wait for you to be there.
Sometimes I wonder if you even care.
I sit and I cry waiting for the end.
All you do is sit there and pretend
No one bullies me to the point where I break. It's all me. I am the bully which kicks myself farther down this dark hole. At first I was just sitting next to it laughing at everyone who fell,...
The emptiness that I feel inside
Doesn't have words that I can describe
The loneliness I feel throughout
It was her fault without a doubt...
My mom was never in my life from the time that I was 15 months old, my father got me potty-trained, walking, and talking. Then I was left to my own devices. By 4 years old I was alone in my...
Another 24 hours poured into the cement
Living through another's persons regrets..
Just one piece of a puzzle, too big to comprehend
Cant see the end, left the lights on again...
This sounds like it could be a song. I Love it! :)