I TRIED TO TELL MY STORY TODAY
My mouth opened wide
But words won't come no
Matter how I try
So I picked up my pen
To write it down
To paint my pain on
Paper for you to see
& understand my reason
For being me
But the pen could not
Flow with my pain
My words were too
Harsh for the ink to bear.
Bleeding eyes I stare
At what I’m left
With: a blank page
So I turned to
The mirror gazed at myself
For an hour saw how
Off I looked I don't seem
Broken I don't reflect
My mood but so does everyone
Who knows how to smile
So I touched my mud
Coloured skin feeling
Every hair that's visible
Stroking it gently
Finding the softest part
To release a bit of my
So cared for pain
Usually I stop myself
From going deep into
The bane of my existence
But today was different
I wasn’t feeling pain but a different
Hurt. My mind was at ease.
The will to stop has faded
Like a morning breeze
& replaced with a burning
Sensation of hate and anger.
I wish I could tell you
More about how
I put the knife to my wrist
But I don't see the point
You never cared; you still won't.
Majority of the words in this particular poem are not mine, I just added a few things because I really love the poem and it's so relatable for me.
But this poem originally belongs to my dearest wattpad friend, *Phillip-Orren*. Check out his works here on wattpad, he is amazing. He's also a poet😄
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The Land of Limbo (COMPLETED).
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry written in protest to the silence I carry in the real world. My Lala Land. Here on I can be myself, marking out the battlefield in ink. For fellow comrades, who also carry protest of silence in the real world, feel fr...
