How can I change my past?
How can I start my life again,
Rewrite all the bad moments,
Or never be born at all?
Sometimes I think it would be good
For me and for other people.
Existence is not about love;
Existence is always about pain.
To find meaningful things is not easy,
And I try to make sense of the little things:
Rainy days, summer nights and stars,
Favorite books, and notepads with poems…
Maybe it could be mother's smile.
Maybe it could be father's voice.
Maybe it could be grandma's laugh…
But it is bringing me only heartache.
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Author:
Li Yanmey (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
I hear pain in this poem. There is an existential question of purpose here. A poem calling out from the dark.
Life is not easy, and sometimes it's hard to write about good things. And at such moments, you always dive deep into your soul, where you see all the pain and monsters hiding there. And you always wonder how broken you were.
I can feel the pain and see where it coming from in this well written write, I myself find it very difficult to write about being happy, I find it easy to write about pain and darkness,as that is what I have experienced the most and i know Best, great write
Sometimes it seems to me that I will never find the words to describe all my unsuccessful life experiences, but I always find them. And it's funny, because the really good things are indescribable. And I'm trying to find a way out of this state, but even therapy can't tell me when I should find that way out.
I find writing about them is part therapy, it is easier to look at your past if it is written in front of you and try to understand it better,, the words will always come about pain, because deep down its always there
Art is always a good therapy. I realized this when I was too young to think about such things. And that's the reason I started writing.
Keep it up, it will always help
You’re a great poet… I felt this
Thank you! I'm flad you likeв my poem!
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