What do you want from me?
I know you don't actually care
All you wanted
Was for my flesh
To be laid bare
A travesty of the
Greatest
To pretend to care
To pretend to love
To pretend to also hurt
When you didn't
Ask me what's wrong
Your only intention
Of finding your lips on mine
Such a fool am I
To let vipers into my heart
Yet they look like angels
The poison fills me
Till I have nothing left
How do I trust
How do I love
When I thought maybe they could be the one
Love
Such a cruel kindness
Makes you want more
Yet gives nothing back
Does a good exist
Is that such a thing
I used to believe
My hope is waning
I am drowning
In this dark
Glittering
Shard-filled
World
Pieces fly from my chest
I try to catch the broken parts
Of my heart
They always slice
Through my grasp
Leaving more blood behind
I can feel the pressure
Of trying to be something more
Yet when I try all this world does
Is cut me down
Will I ever be cut some slack?
People often wonder where the kind
Genuine people have gone
We are hiding
Because
We are hurt
We don't know how to survive in this world
I have people who care
Who need and love me
Yet I can never fully let someone in
I did that once
All I remember from that
Is a gaping
Fleshy
Overpouring wound
That still has not healed
I look for a love
That a friend cannot give me
My soul craves it
Yet cannot find it
I pour myself out into this world
A beckoning cry
Hoping
Praying
Begging for something to answer me
I be my most authentic self that I feel I can be
Without showing the world
The part of me
That scares me
For it is the part most easily hurt
I forgive without needing to know why
I hurt without knowing how
And
I love without needing a reason
I have been told to toughen up
To be mean
I don't know how to tell these people
No matter how many times I get hurt
I will never be able to hurt back
Some integral part of me
Just won't let me
I am a pure dove
Whose wings are slowly being clipped
The sun whose bright rays are dulling
I get taken
Taken from
I give myself out
Till I have no self left
My dam has been overflowing for too long
I fear what it means
When there's no water left
Who will I be?
A shell?
I didn't like her
I don't want her
Giving is the only thing I know
It's killing me though
Down into the darkness I must go
To find a way to stop this
For if I cannot
I fear my bright flame
Will burn no more
I send a call out
Wiht my wounded
Bleeding soul
Praying for an answer
I know I won't receive
For the only answer that would matter
Is mine
I will be okay
I have to be okay
Who else will stare demons in their faces and win
If I were to walk away?
This burden I carry is great
I cannot turn away
Too many are in need
Too many would bleed
So here I stand
Heart in hand
Ready to meet my end
Whether it be now
Or days from it
Corpses can live amongst us
I will do my best to not be one
I will try
Oh, I will try
I don't want to
But for hope
For kindness
For all the things I know are right
I am willing to let my flame
Sputter and die
If that's what it takes so be it
Douse me in your water
Throw me in your oceans
I am flame and water
I did not quit
When my demons came knocking
You have not seen the last of me yet
My task is daunting
But as all great ones
I will take it with a smile
Make it worth it
For everyone's while
I promise I will
I will
- Author: Athora (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 19th, 2023 15:09
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 5
Comments1
There is deep hurt in this poem. Some wounds don’t heal and that can prevent moving on. Many build walls of protection. Your poem will be relatable to many. Thank you for posting athora13
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