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...
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Each night I find myself sitting against the tree,
Hating myself, locking my heart and throwing away the key,
I sit there and wait, just hoping for the someone who may care.
No one ever comes, nor will they, I am aware.
It was one word...DIVINE. You might think you are forgotten, but your poem will never be forgotten. It will forever sing in our heart. You are a talented poet and you should never stop....
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This is to the guy that I went out of my way to get noticed by,
The one I trusted, the one who told me lies,
The one who made me feel like I was the only one,
The one who was through with me when the sex was done,
The poem reached right into my and soul. I can identify with this girl's horror, as it happened to me at the age of only 11 years old by my eldest sibling. He told me not to say anything or I...
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.
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...
Hear my cries. I need your help.
Please come save me from myself.
Be my friend, a guiding light.
I love this poem. I'm 17 years old, and I also feel that way. Yes, I have a lot of friends, but no one understands.
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
The beat of rain upon the land
Broken teardrop in my hand
Shattered remains upon the ground
My beating heart the only sound
I really like this poem. It brings in a lot of memories.
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...
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 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'm going to explode,
If I stay here any longer.
I'm going to explode,
Cause I'm under so much pressure.
I love this poem. I'm only 12 but I've lived a very rough life and was forced to grow up. My dad went to prison on my 6th birthday for stabbing someone. He got out a year ago but he's still a...
We said we would be friends together until the end.
You said you would always be my best friend.
Then you stabbed me in the back.
Now we've lost everything we had.
One day I caught myself smiling, and I noticed I was thinking of you.
Hi, my name is Byndii.
Hi, my name is Jazlyn.
Cool, wanna be friends?
Yeah, sure.
We have to stay together...
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...
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
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.
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