All the pain, has been forgotten.
Hidden, but not forbidden.
All of it has been put away.
But not really gone, I say.
All the tears, over the years.
I've put the pain and anger behind.
I've put it all aside.
But I still feel it.
I have tried to push it away,
to the deepest and darkest depths of myself.
But it keeps returning.
The pain is hurting.
And the anger is burning.
I'm yearning,
for it to stay away.
But it won't fade,
it won't go away.
I am losing my grip on everything.
How will I get rid of this anger and pain?
I'm left in dismay.
I just don't know what to say.
It has all remained.
The anger and pain is supressed.
It's all supressed.
I think it will stay with me
for always.
I am depressed.
I'm all depressed.
Oh, how I loathe that anger and pain!
I hope it won't stay.
I need help!
I want it to leave, with all of itself.
... Now I know it will stay with me, for always.
It's good. I like it. (only I
It's good. I like it. (only I think it's 'suppressed', because 'repressed' is when your conscious mind has no awareness of it... because it's been buried in the subconscious). Since your conscious mind is aware, I'm pretty sure it's 'supressed', not repressed. If we 'supress' something...it isn't because we 'can't' remember, it's because we 'push it aside' because we remember...but we don't want to talk about it. It's very different from 'repressed'.
...............
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Oh, thank you! I think I just
Oh, thank you! I think I just confused the two! I'd better change that!
That's ok, and better now...
That's ok, and better now... you did really good, and "I'm left in dismay.
I just don't know what to say.
and then when you said "I am depressed.
I'm all depressed.
Oh, how I loathe that anger and pain!
I hope it won't stay.
I need help!"
That was good...really expressed how one feels when they cannot muster the courage to just go ask for help. It's great.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Thank you!
Thank you so much!! That means so much to me!