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What Lies Beneath
She screams and she cries.
Hoping her feelings don't stay trapped inside.
They burst from her chest and rattle the walls.
Destroying everything in it's path as it races down the halls.
Once it's gone she sees the damage.
The cuts that mark her skin show her challenge.
How she struggles to live and to breathe,
To hide everything that boils underneath.
But when the feelings take their toll
She'll scream again as she slowly loses control.
Now in pain she'll wrap her stained arms around her
While watching her life as it turns to a blur.
Everything she knows loses focus
As the life she lives becomes broken,
But the moment she always feared is not over.
It hinds in the shadows just waiting to get closer.
To smother her and pull her down.
To spin her head until she can't wait to drown.
As the room fades in and out of her vision
She thinks about the life she always envisioned.
This is how she escapes.
She goes to a world free of breaks.
Breathing in new air
She feels the winds dancing with her hair.
Getting caught up in the perfection
She starts to count the constellations.
Admiring how bright they shine,
Wishing that they'd giver her a sign.
And as she looks up at the vast night sky
She says to herself, "I will never die."
With this fresh determination beating within her heart
She thinks of a way to make her brand new start.
Putting the life she led behind
She tries to remember when she became so blind
And if the shadows start to appear
She'll just laugh it off with a confident sneer.
Walking tall and proud she continues,
Ignoring the world and all it's issues.
She's unaware of what it means to meet defeat.
Let's hope she doesn't forget what lies beneath.
I was just saying how people
I was just saying how people seem nowadays that they have forgotten how to just let it the hell out and get over it, and if you can't seem to get over it---please do get help for yourself. Your poem seems to be such a common scenario from how much of the same writings I see on this site! It's good, but I'm getting weary of reading about this kind of thing --- and knowing there are so many who would rather wallow than get better.
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...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. "
This poem isn't about me,
This poem isn't about me, it's mainly just me venting because of other people who can't (as you say) "let it the hell out and get over it." I understand some people can't do that because of personal reasons but it just gets under my skin how people choose to stay like that instead of getting help. :/
Sorry to worry you :c I do have moments of doubt but nothing like what the persons going through in the poem. Promise :D
No---sorry, I didn't write
No---sorry, I didn't write that too clearly--I didn't mean 'you', I meant people in general. I have to be more aware of how I write!!...............
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...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. "
Ooohhh lol >w< It's okay.
Ooohhh lol >w< It's okay.
This is a good poem. Well
This is a good poem. Well written, and seeing people who are depressed can be scary. It just tears at them from the inside out, and sometimes a person just doesn't know how to stop it.
Thank you :3
Depression can be scary, especially if its a loved one. :c