Tag Archive: hurt


Knife

Just because you don’t see, doesn’t mean I don’t bleed

Just because I smile, doesn’t mean I’m fine

I’m covered with insecurities and every single day is a fight to stay alive

This knife, this invisible knife, it cuts deep and everyday I struggle to breathe.

-Maria Michaela-

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Is Anyone Out There?

Do you hear the silent screams?

See the scars that are invisible?

Tormented within

It’s so hard to explain

But is anyone listening?

Is there someone who can help?

Anyone?

I wish they could see my tears,

I wish they could come face to face with my fears.

I wish they knew how it truly hurts,

So mean words they wouldn’t blurt.

I wish they’d know I’m dying inside,

And see past the smile shown outside.

I wish they’d know how much I hate myself….

….so they will stop

I wish they’d just stop!

Still

I loved him then and may love him still

But there is so much more to think and do in this world than be stuck with feelings for him

Feelings unguarded

Feelings unwanted

Feelings unrequited

Still, I entertain thoughts of him

Still, I find myself daydreaming

Still, I recall the hurt

The pain

And so, I realised I still have so much to learn

Too

I bleed too

I hurt

I cry

I breakdown

All because of the insecurities I have.

I am self conscious too

I sometimes hate myself too much

I try to be more of myself and less of what others dictate

But I succumb too

I falter

And often

I wonder if I make it out too

How It Felt

I took out his heart, cut it to pieces

Took out the knife, placed it where it deeply pierces

“Does it hurt?”, I asked

He looked aghast

Surprised with what I did.

He was in pain

But I felt no shame

We are almost even now.

And though this could never heal my heart

It’s best he knows how it felt when he took mine apart

They ask

And I questioned myself.

I wondered what’s wrong with me

I wondered what others may have that I don’t

I wondered

Had self doubt

Felt lonely

I wanted to get away from everyone

I felt ridiculed

I was hurt

They question me…

Murder

Stabbed

Shot

Cut

Pieces I am, pieces

To break someone’s heart, is murder in itself

How Can?

How can one love so blindly?

How can one ever give so much and get so little in return?

How can be the sweetest of words sound so bitter?

How can I love you unconditionally but you break me in return?

Random Love

My random heart and my random thoughts

Randomly remembers you…

… And almost all the things you randomly did

To make me laugh just randomly.

I cry randomly,

Because I remember the hurt

And because I know I could never love anybody else as randomly as you.

The Darkest Tunnel

Find yourself in the Chaos

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