Hurt Poems
What did I do wrong- 1/20
by Snakes And ladders
What did I do wrong
Why do I always feel like this
Always getting hurt
So often and so much
By people I was so nice to
I’m tired of not giving a fuck
It physically hurts
Something inside me feels heavy
How can people not care
How do they walk past you
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78. I have wandered through moments, each etched in laughter
by Kea Campbell
I have wandered through moments, each etched in laughter. I'm a master of solitude, and don't mind taking the latter.
'Life's too short' and I think we still take it too seriously, or maybe I'm just privileged to live in a First World country.
I take advantage of inheritance, but at the cost of my heritage. I used to feel ashamed for being Chinese instead of the white American.
The moral of life is 'you live and you learn,' but Matthew barely lived, and Michael can't truly learn.
I try to find lightheartedness in unfortunate situations, but sometimes it's like watching your house burn up while being thankful for God's graciousness.
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Saying Goodbye
by Haych Nano
Today we place you to final rest
know that with your presence we've been blessed.
six feet down in your grave
we shed a tear, goodbye we wave.
the time has come to let you go
the sound rings out of the graveyard crow.
the clouds may part, the sun may shine
the priest speaks out, its now the time.
family cuddle and hug as we walk away
i'll never forget such a painful day.
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Heart, Alone
by Clare-Anne FlowerRemember me? The heart you left to beat alone. The one you left no hand to hold My heart gone cold, my love grown old. My mind worn and my soul sold...
Continue readingHaunted Love
by Julz M
I settled on a thought so dreary,
In an empty house that feels so eerie,
The thought was of you, and of you peering,
Inside my haunted house.
That house is somehow in my mind,
How can somebody be so unkind?
To tear down something that I thought was mine,
Inside my haunted house.
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78. I have wandered through moments, each etched in laughter
by Kea Campbell
I have wandered through moments, each etched in laughter. I'm a master of solitude, and don't mind taking the latter.
'Life's too short' and I think we still take it too seriously, or maybe I'm just privileged to live in a First World country.
I take advantage of inheritance, but at the cost of my heritage. I used to feel ashamed for being Chinese instead of the white American.
The moral of life is 'you live and you learn,' but Matthew barely lived, and Michael can't truly learn.
I try to find lightheartedness in unfortunate situations, but sometimes it's like watching your house burn up while being thankful for God's graciousness.
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Love bound me to you
by Mario Odekerken
Love is a river that flows freely,
but for me,it became a dam.
It did not carry me to open seas,
but anchored me to you.
Each step I took was toward you,
even when the road was jagged.
Each breath I drew whispered your name,
even when silence was my only companion.
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Love restrained
by Mario Odekerken
Love,a force so wild,so free,
now binds my heart in agony.
It reaches out,yet pulls me back,
a cruel path,a tortured track.
The stars above,they see my pain,
whisper truths I can't explain.
To hold you close,to touch your hand,
is but a dream I cannot stand.
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45. For My Authoritarians (2)
by Kea Campbell
I feel like a dog on a leash, nailed to the ground in your yard.
How is it my happiness dictates your profane and wicked ways?
Your hearts are like water, shifting like your states of minds.
One moment you're warm and fluid, and the next you're cold and stone.
Although we don’t see eye to eye, there is such a thing as compromise.
Your authority almost killed me the first time around.
How are you so blind-sighted to all the times you've let me down?
So, the next time you ask me why I don't want to stay,
Maybe you'll look back and finally acknowledge your mistakes before it's too late.
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Bucket Pain
by Ally Bell
If pain were a bucket,
You'd be the largest one,
Pouring your trauma out like a faucet
Unto those who show you love
You're like a raging storm,
Leaving destruction in its wake
With thunderous words filled with hate
Yet still, I saw in you the potential to create
When you saw yourself as someone who should have never been born
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