The bitterness in my heart runs deep,
a river of rage I can't release.
Why must the ones who hurt me thrive,
while I’m left to question why I’m alive?
I want to tear away the memories,
to erase their cruelty, their bitter deeds.
Each word they spoke, each glance they threw,
burns like fire, cutting through.
How can they walk while I still bleed?
How can they live without a single need
to apologize, to feel remorse,
as I drown in this endless course?
But mercy—what is mercy when none is shown?
When all I have is this pain, all alone.
Yet still, I must find a way to rise,
to let go of hatred, to open my eyes.
Because no matter how deep the wound,
holding onto anger will keep me doomed.
I seek the strength to heal, to breathe,
and move beyond the ache that clings to me.
This is not the life I wanted to claim,
but I will not be defined by my pain.
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Author:
Ryette (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this poem during a time when I was overwhelmed by bitterness and pain, especially from being hurt by people who never acknowledged the damage they caused. It’s about the unfairness of watching others move on unscathed while I’m left grappling with the aftermath. Writing this was my way of releasing the anger I didn’t know what to do with. But more than that, it’s a reminder to myself that I don’t want to be defined by what others have done to me. Healing is hard, and forgiveness—especially when no one asks for it—feels impossible. But I want to find peace, not just as an act of strength, but because I deserve to live without this weight. This poem is me trying to reclaim my power, one word at a time.\r\n\r\n
- Category: Sad
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