A little boy
The youngest of several
Enters the world perfect and pure
His eyes are light
And his smile is pure
This little boy has the potential of the world
Curiosity teaches his mind.
He grows, the years pass by
This sweet little boy watches those around him
He sees their actions and hears their words
He hears the screaming, he sees the tears
He understands the pain and the fear
But not the reasons behind it
This sweet little boy grows and follows the mistakes
He fights, he gets angry, he cries
He has been torn down, and hurt.
He has been hit and has hit others.
The perfect sweet boy has grown into a confused and broken young man
He trusts those who hurt, and has been taken advantage
The drugs and the alcohol and the fights and long nights.
He becomes more and more broken till at last he is alone
Afraid of the world, locked in a hole.
There is no light from the bottom of the pit, just a sad boy and a shovel.
Here he waits, not sure to shout or to dig.
Here he is found, by a sad little girl.
Confused as well, but not broken.
She has a good heart.
She sees the young man at the bottom of the hole.
She asks him his name, and not to dig.
He is charming, but sad.
She is scared, but full of hope. Her eyes are bright.
They talk and become friends.
She finds it hard to love, because she does not love herself.
He needs to love others to love himself.
She wants to help him
This simple girl attempts to take on his burdens
She feels the weight, but she feels like it is her responsibility
He blames her
All she wants is to help, and not be a burden
She needs to lift others up
Even by bringing herself down
Down down down
And further she goes
He is abused, and he passes it on to her
Confides in her soft nature
She does not return his fury
He says he is sorry, and hurts her
Makes her feel like the enemy
She believes it
She gives him everything, because the guilt it too great
She never lifts him up, he just pulls her down
She falls and falls
She lands broken in her own hole
In the bottom of this abyss
She sleeps
Broken
In pieces
Denile
She sleeps and dreams
She dreams she is fine
She walks and talks like everyone else, but she does not exist in this dream world
She is washed away, faded
Living in the dark hole, pretending like she is not
Fading from life itself
She lives here for so long
Not asking for help, pretending to be whole
Afraid of pulling others down too
She sleeps
She hides
A curious stranger finds the girl
He sees her, but does not know she is broken
He attempts to talk to her
But she is frightened and runs away
She is broken
And afraid
She tries to continue, but the breaks are too great
Her pain overwhelms her
She is lost in the sea
Refusing every life preserve
She wants to fight it alone
The stranger fights for her
He wants to help
Can he see the pain in her eyes?
The lies behind her smiles?
Does he know?
Could he?
She is carried further from shore, on the seas of uncertainty
There is no sight of the shore now.
She has written off all hopes of rescue
In her mind, she is lost and gone
To the world she is fine
She is not fine
She is not okay
She is a liar
A compulsive liar
Deceiving the best tests
She convinces all that is who she is,
But she just waits for her time
The time she can let go
She can stop fighting the waves
When she can breathe in the salty waves
When her lead muscles can sink her to a new world
A clean world
No more pain
No more being broken
No more lies
No more lies
No more lies
No more lies
No more lies
No more lies
No more caring too much
No more faking
No more hurting
No more lies
No more lies
No more worry about the institution
The girl lets it all go away
Allows herself to be buried
It becomes an obsession
She finds the day
She finds the time
She floods her system
The medication is too much for her body
She welcomes the pain with more pain
The drugs are rewarded with her blood
One two three four
Seventy eighty ninety
Her body has become the canvas
Her death becomes her art
The artist in the woods,
Left to her pain and her art
Hoping not to be found
There is no more pain
Those who cry over her body, know she is not there
They never knew her
They cry over a lie
And intricate lie
Depression should never accompany intelligence
It leads to an intelligent lack of logic
The pain, passed from one to another
Who started the pain?
Who will she leave broken?
How do you say goodbye to someone you never knew?
How do you stop lying to yourself?
How hard is it to kill the stranger inside yourself?
Stop saying you cry for the ones you hurt
You cry for yourself, for your guilt, at the fact that you never cared
I am the broken girl,
And I never cared
And no one will be there for me to say goodbye.
My only wish is that no one will cry over me.
4 comments
i wish you would make as much of an effort to try to make things better as you do to explain things. surely you have read my posts, and apparently you have disregarded them. why do you give up hope? what if the answer is overlooked because you gave up hope?
please talk to me…. my contact info is at skull09.net as it has been.
thank you for reading. i’m sorry that this is not easy.
Please don’t kill yourself. I liked your poem. You are evidently very bright.
That was a beautiful poem. Life is full of trials. A broken soul can be healed trust me
That was beautiful. I’ve re-read it a thousand times.. it makes me cry.. I can relate to a lot of the stuff in there. Hope things get easier x x x