So many labels so few are so true, they mold me like clay based on what I've been through.
Break me, shape me, do your true worst. Always feel pain I feel like I’m cursed.
Monster, monster, been called that many, fear is my friend so I guess one is plenty,
but I am alone and that's how I will be, alone with my demons, myself, and just me.

Abandoned emotionally she clings to love with every breath
That feeds her cells Grasping to find meaning In the coldness
of silence She carves off the Icicles which cling to her soul
Hell dangles warmth, But even though it’s False advertising is
Appealing, she rather Suffer in coldness
Love holds on in spite Of the chilly neglect Grasping the tiniest snowflake
Of hope shuffling Inside the numbness infiltrating her soul
Let me breathe, she cries

breathing is impossible.
the light leaves your eyes as you struggle beneath the waves of your own emotion
hands, ever-familiar and never your own cover the expanse of your neck
of my mouth
they worm their way through the pores of my skin and squeeze the life from my lungs
if we could scream it would be one simple word:
but alas, we cannot catch our breath

  • Authors: Fewer_true_words, Dove, Joan Peters
  • Visible: All lines
  • Finished: August 31st, 2022 13:00
  • Limit: 15 stanzas
  • Invited: Public (any user can participate)
  • Comment from author about the poem: Breathe all that's in your chest onto this piece of art and let the breath flow and form a intricate piece of work between us all.
  • Category: Sad
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