Every day, my heart was broken,
A little bit at a time
The pain didn’t get easier over time
My heart didn’t become hardened.1
Every time my heart was broken,
I picked myself up off the floor
I brushed myself off as best as I could
And buried the pain deep inside2
I didn’t let anyone see the pain
I don’t want them to know
I don’t want them to change what they say
I just want someone to care3
Care enough to see past the lies
Someone for me to trust
But I’m losing touch with reality
Who is there for me?4
No-one is there to help me past the pain
No-one will pick me up off the floor,
No-one will help me mend my heart
Would I let them, anyway?5
Do I trust anyone enough to see my flaws?
Do I trust them not to turn?
Do I trust them not to laugh and point?
Do I trust them not to stare?6
So every day I stay away,
From anyone who could help
My heart has been broken too many times
And one more will tip me over the edge
Author notes
yeah, again, this isn't up here to be flamed, so please don't
A contest entry
- Sadness and Depression poems/short stories by Lies4Truth.
350 points, ended July 22, 29 entries
• next story in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I think a lot of people can relate to this poem very easily. You wrote this beautifully and I can't see why anyone would attack this poem. Well...then again...jealous people do all sorts of insane things.
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Very beautiful It is something that i feel very farmiliar with. And i love how you were able to relate such feelings into words an amazing poem thank you and good luck in my contest
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Aww- I love it. I can so relate to this.
Beautiful job, hun. 5/5 for everything, I say. >_o
beginning: 5, language: 5, plot: 5, ending: 5, dialog: 5, characters: 5.
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