Internal Pain

October 11, 2009
By Anonymous

I don' know what to say....
I don't know what to feel,
the sky is turning,
spinning,
from reality
to fake.
to sick to breath,
to faint to stand.
but all I know
that I’m in his hands.
I’m fed up
with the lies.
I’m fed up
with the truth.
fed up
with the singles
and with the youth.
no one hears my pain.
no one hears my cries.
my god,
I’m so glad
I’ve gotten over
the word,
die
die
die.
so here I am.
a little more mature.
life's pretty much the same.
but....
oooooooo my!
how much can I endure!
no!
I can stop this!
no!
I can deal.
no...
please leave me alone,
with the shame
and fear....
because this is my internal pain...


The author's comments:
“your probably all confused and lost for words about this poem. Hey I understand. But you got to read in-between the lines to understand what’s going on. Okay hold up. Let me explain. This poems about a girl who thought she was over and done with depression. But is she? Yeah she’s not dealing with suicidal thoughts. But you can still be depressed. And that’s what I’m trying to explain in this poem. The delicacy of internal pain….”
-nooxygen

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on Feb. 13 2010 at 9:24 pm
nooxygen PLATINUM, Medford, New York
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Favorite Quote:
the mirror only tells half the story, beauty is found on the inside...
love is blind
only the shadow knows
words said in the heat of anger are never from the heart

glad that you did. =]

i thought that it would be confu. a bit

Ali.B GOLD said...
on Nov. 20 2009 at 3:47 pm
Ali.B GOLD, Lexington, North Carolina
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Favorite Quote:
I write whatever flows from my fingers- AJY

No, no I get it.


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