History haunts us
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Category:
Poetry › Free Verse
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
528
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of poetry. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
History haunts us
DISCLAIMER: all poetry is original work that i wrote a few years back during the darkest times in my life. just as fair warning if you are sensitive about rape, incest, suicide and self-mutilation then you would find it wise not to continue reading.
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Pre-hospitalization
What is Fear?
what is fear
afriad you've flipped
not knowing when to quit?
believing you're still not good enough
not loved, refusing to be loved
afraid that you're not good enough
not afraid to die
seeing yourself separate
body, soul and mind
no longer afraid to lie
not afraid of hurting me
kill me and make me suffer
getting ready to die
still too scared to cry
to hope for a reprieve
still hurting so deep inside
so wounded, so many people stab me
everytime i turn around
"friends""family""life"
just shoot me down
the more i want to reach out
the less people seem to care
how badly i've been hurt
in the waterfalls of dispair
but i close up because no one hears
i'll just fall back, cover up and shrink away
and seal up my four walls
pick out pretty paint
bright and colorful
and paint the outside of my little box
so no one sees me black and dismal
no one will intervene
not a single soul shall miss me
when i've left the scene
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Pre-hospitalization
What is Fear?
what is fear
afriad you've flipped
not knowing when to quit?
believing you're still not good enough
not loved, refusing to be loved
afraid that you're not good enough
not afraid to die
seeing yourself separate
body, soul and mind
no longer afraid to lie
not afraid of hurting me
kill me and make me suffer
getting ready to die
still too scared to cry
to hope for a reprieve
still hurting so deep inside
so wounded, so many people stab me
everytime i turn around
"friends""family""life"
just shoot me down
the more i want to reach out
the less people seem to care
how badly i've been hurt
in the waterfalls of dispair
but i close up because no one hears
i'll just fall back, cover up and shrink away
and seal up my four walls
pick out pretty paint
bright and colorful
and paint the outside of my little box
so no one sees me black and dismal
no one will intervene
not a single soul shall miss me
when i've left the scene