1. Pain
So many tears no one can see,
So many people I'm supposed to be.
So many problems with no one to listen,
When a person is feeling hurt, it is important that they share their feelings with their friends. One of the best ways to process feelings is to share them with friends. Many people are under the mistaken notion that they should not share feelings of sadness because it will bring down the moods of others. This may be true. However, more often than not, we may be able to offer comfort to each other and our friendship will become deeper through the process.
So many tears no one can see,
So many people I'm supposed to be.
So many problems with no one to listen,
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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
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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...
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...
Your crimson tears stay flowing,
But your singing voice stays calm,
It's like you're catching raindrops,
They keep their shape while resting in your palms.
I feel like I'm falling, dying inside.
Wish I could tell you, wish in you I could confide.
Tell you exactly how bad I feel,
How reality fails to be real,
People think that I have it all,
But they know nothing, nothing at all.
So now I laugh to hide my tears,
The tears that I gain from my fears.
The rain is pouring down again,
And for that she thanks God.
Maybe it will wash away the burning stain
That's hurting her heart tonight.
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...
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 want someone to hold me,
But I'm the only one here.
I want someone to listen to me,
But I'm the only ear.
I've been the same way, but you are never alone. God is there for you, Your friends and family care, even if they don't know the best way to show it. People are there to help you; you just...
I sit here wondering why I still breathe,
When pain consumes me and I'm dying.
You were supposed to be my support,
The one to hold me, not leave me alone.
I live within the present,
But am stuck within the past.
I look toward the future,
With hopes that never last.
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 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.
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...
I'm not sure when it started or why it is so strong.
On the outside I seem happy. No one thinks anything's wrong.
But on the inside I am dying, screaming for someone to see
That the happy smile and carefree laugh is not the real me.
I live with someone who has BPD. AND there is that feeling of loneliness when you feel you're the only one going through a situation. It's a life saver to have friends...any friends even just...
Slowly I feel myself breaking.
My knees feel weak; it seems I'm shaking.
My arms are tired and my legs feel numb.
My mind in a haywire and I want to run.
Such a touching poem. I love the diction used. It really creates an atmosphere that rhymes well with the subject matter.
I'm not okay,
not really.
I'm starving, the urges are back.
They are things here still gnawing,
This poem is lovely. And what else, I very much relate to the quote that's there in the beginning. Publishing extremely personal things make me afraid ... I don't wanna be vulnerable.
I'm a young girl who is kept from sight.
Constantly, I'm crying in the middle of the night.
I'm a girl who lives in constant fear
From the torment I have to endure and hear.
Thanks, yeah I'm still struggling. I wish to write more, but I'm not feeling well enough to write.