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Tears I Cry
Breaking into pieces
My soul is aching
As you sit and watch the tears I cry
These thoughts in my head
Run deep like the blood
Through my veins I wish had
Stopped at age of 9
I wasn’t looking in eyes of my father
Rather the eyes of a monster as he had
His hand around my neck with my feet in the air
In the moment I wanted to die
I remember wishing he’ll kill
Me every time he hurt me along
With the tears, I cried
I often found myself
In need of space and
Self-hurt
Never was fond of me always hated
Everything but that didn’t matter
Because my feelings are nothing
Compare to others
It wasn’t until 9th grade I was diagnosed with
Depression and anxiety I often
Had panic attacks in school
Nothing feels better than gasping for air
Struggling to talk as your eyes begin
To water and you think you're alone
You hide in the bathroom look in the
Mirror and see a 14-year-old girl whose
Eyes are puffy and filled with pain and
Self-hate
You feel ashamed that you can’t
Be happy so you pretend to
Because if you don’t everyone will
Know you’re broken
Take another look at the girl
What do you see? Nothing because she’s
Nothing at least that’s what he told her
She wasn’t the prettiest girl
Wasn’t tall but not short
Wasn’t skinny but wasn’t “thick”
Wasn’t smart but wasn’t dumb
She mostly liked to be alone
Did she have friends? Lots of them
But that didn’t stop her from
Feeling empty
She wasn’t bullied just teased
By family and hurt by them
People in school liked her
But she didn’t like herself
There were many days were
That girl would wake up and wish
She never was woken up she rather have
Been dead
Her friends believed she was happy all the time
But that wasn’t the case
I mean they knew that she had depression
And anxiety but they didn’t really understand
The war that was going on in her head
Day by day minute by minute, there
Were days when she wouldn’t eat nor sleep
Sometimes it was so bad she would go to
School and sleep in class she
Was drained couldn’t fight anymore
She wanted to give up so bad
But she kept hearing hope’s voice in her head
Telling her to think of the future
So she did but it didn’t stop there
She still had those late nights where she
Would wake up in the middle of the night
Repeatedly with her chest rising
Covered in sweat
Body is shaking trembling with fear
As she tries to calm herself the
Memories of her father revisits
Her mind she could never escape the pain
Warm hands hitting her skin leaving marks
On her brown skin, she yelps in pain
Along with the tears, she cries
Somedays she can still feel his boots stomping
On her ribs over and over
As her body begins to bruise and souls begin to break
Even if she screams “stop he’ll say to the mother
“She has to learn her lesson” her
Cries get louder
The pain becomes poison
Many times left with scars
And bleeding knuckles
She later has to treat
She goes to school the next week
Sore but as always pretends
Everything is fine because that’s
What she does best
She thought of praying but slowly
Lost faith in god and everyone else
Became distant from family and friends
She was shy because she couldn’t
Figure out who to trust and if she
Wanted to trust anyone again
She didn’t know how to
She believed if she got close to
Someone, they will hurt her like
Her own family and so they did
Just as she thought they would
This girl wasn’t an only child she had
Two brothers same age as her
They got along until her father
Moved in for good
Everything started to change she later believed that
All boys/ men were going to
Hurt her so she removed herself
And stayed away from them
They noticed and made fun of her
For trapping herself in her room
After four years of doing so
One of them put a knife to
Her throat and said “I wish I could put it closer’”
That’s when she knew she is better off dead
It didn’t stop there they would
Say “I wish dad chokes you more or
I wish you get hit by a bus
And get raped”
The girl already felt as if they didn’t
Love her already and those words
Made her believe even more than
She was hated
She never loved herself I don’t
Know if she ever will she doesn’t
Socialize with anyone because she’s
Scared of being hurt
She has social anxiety always
Had just gotten wore over time
She didn’t like leaving the house
So she stayed home
I mean she wanted to go places but
She didn’t trust herself going any
Where she felt as if she’ll do something
Stupid or have a bad panic attack
This girl was hurting but no one wanted
Or was scared to help until she met these four
Wonderful ladies, they were willing to listen unlike the rest
Some were at school and one was outside of school
She felt happy that was able to
Confide in someone other than herself
She began to feel happy and welcomed
Of course, she has her days
But she is getting better which is
What matter most
Funny to say the least that girl
Is………………………ME
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Lukas Graham song "7 Years" insipred the style of this poem ass well did my personal experiences in life.