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poem 32

Contributed by Lady_Ravyn_Bloodstone on Wednesday, 10th February 2010 @ 05:19:34 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

There is a hole,
A hole where my heart used to be.
It hurts so much,
Hurts so much to breathe.
I am so afraid,
Afraid to break down and feel the pain.
Because if I do,
I know I will give in.
Give in to my craving to cut.
So afraid I will not stop.
True love left,
My soulmate left and I became this.
Nothing more then an empty shell once again.
I am so afraid to let myself feel the pain,
Because I know what I am capable of.
I feel so many things,
None of them good.
Shattered.
Hollow.
Empty.
Nothing.
I cannot think,
Do not want to think about it.
The pain is too much to deal with right now.
So much that I HAVE to shut down and pretend,
Pretend it does not bother me.
I have to be strong,
Even though I feel so dead inside.
I cannot breathe anymore because my heart is gone,
And my soul in in tatters.
Everything shatters and falls dead at my feet.
Will I ever love again?
Possibly not.
I do not want to let anyone in anymore.
So tired of being broken,
Tossed aside,
Used.
I will just let them have my body,
For that is all that is left anymore.
I will be the one thing I was meant for:
A pleasure toy.
Something to play with until they grow bored and toss me away.
I feel dead inside...
Maybe I am dead...
Or better off dead.
Who knows anymore...

Copyright © Lady_Ravyn_Bloodstone ... [ 2010-02-10 17:19:34]
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Re: poem 32 (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 12th February 2010 @ 07:24:13 PM AEST
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You can feel how much emotion is here. The suffering and the mind doing constant backflips with curiosity pounding the temples.
Well put and it does get better in time. Well written.

take care
duff

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