River of Tears

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Looking down,
Drowning in pain.
Crying some more,
It will be a river.

 

The river is going to drown me,
My own pain.
Trapping myself,
In the locker of pain.

 

Talking can be good,
But not today.
Looking for the pills,
Getting some water.

 

Feeling useless,
Memories flying past.
A disappearing smile
Makes room for the tears.

 

The first tear hits the floor,
It leaves a wet spot.
Another 1 hits the floor,
The spot gets bigger.

 

Ghosts and haunted dreams,
It drives me  over the line.
I dont know how to deal with them,
I'm silently crying into the night.

 

Unansweared love,
Unansweared feelings.
I hear them laugh,
I hear they're words.

 

I'm fading away and noone care's,
I've lost weight and lost my colour.
People are asking "are you sick?"
I say no.

 

I'm not sick,
I don't got a broken heart,
It was already in pieces before
I was born.

 

Faking a smile,
Faking a mood.
I'ts getting harder,
I should go back the river.

 

Where's the hero on his tall white horse?
Where's he hiding?
Why doesn't he appear?
It's just a fairytale!

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H. Electra's picture

I'm fading away and noone care's,
I've lost weight and lost my colour.
People are asking "are you sick?"
I say no.

I'm not sick,
I don't got a broken heart,
It was already in pieces before
I was born.

this part is heart breaking one really...your poem is amazing...the way you put feelings into words is just great

Sol's picture

Thank You

I'm glad you liked it.

Emberly Lopez's picture

WOW! I could really feel the hurt, and pain in this poem. It was so intense all the way to the very end. Although I can't say I know from personal experience because I never have cut myself, but you have to remember doing harm to yourself may seem like the solution but you just have to keep hope that things will somehow get better, believe me!! Anyway, just my opinion...

Sol's picture

Thank You

Having not seen most of my comment before now (15 year later), I am not so sure things ever get better. They just...mature.

HAWK SQUAW's picture

well I can't grasp the concept of cutting my self... but then I am 43 years old.... but I try to imagination the gratification of this hurtful thing..... this is open and honest work and maybe that will help you the next time that you feel the need to cut yourself... you can write about it instead of doing it..... help me as well as others to understand this pain

Sol's picture

Thank You

Sorry about the late reply.

 

The concept of cutting oneself can be really hard to understand for someone who's never done it. Even now, 15 year later, I can feel the pull when I read my old poems.

It' hard to describe... I can only aliken it to an orgasm, although the enation are quite different.