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Bound and Broken
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Darkness (When I Die Inside) Wrapped tightly suffering these puncturing thorned vines
and laid down both empty-eyed and supine
I'm battered by this scathing nightmare
as punishment for all the things I've done unaware
to hurt so many I've met unconsciously
but it was in reality all done unintentionally.
At times it was the opposite and the other way around
and I've given nothing but hurt or anger to them unsound.
Now a label on me has been placed
to which of all things true of me is forever chased
away all forsaken in their misinformed minds
so that eventually each and every one is sadly blind
to my sweetly polished, form jewel of a character
to at that consequence everything remains an utter disaster.
Looking at it deeply everything is sent to me blamed
and because of that I weep and weep feeling nothing but shame.
All the jeers and indifferences I've had to endure
with no sympathy or understanding from others to procure.
I tried myself hoping to move on with an optimistic gait
without faltering to these judgemental, superficial satiates.
Assertiveness and self-esteem and forging friendships were my choice
yet no one took heed of my concerned minor voice.
Many apparently agreed to ostracize me out from their worlds
and left me a social outcast, like trash overboard one would hurl.
Eventually desperation took hold of me for I was left alone as a cold, isolated form
with silence, loneliness, and tears the only friends I can have left to consort.
These three console me and commiserate
for me and what so many fail to associate
and to understand what tragedy befell me.
It's these minute things nobody could see.
In the end I'm misconstrued and shattered in despair
because my world is left with nothing but care
to search for someone out there, at least one,
in the hopes of repairing my broken self and to never shun
me out but instead share their world as well.
But in truth it can never happen.
I was once filled with life, with hope, happiness, and gaiety
but now I'm void of this desired, lovely reality.
"Sunny" days in my world have once existed
to a limit that everything changes, is ephemeral, is desisted.
Now bound and broken I remain.
I am a bleeding empty doll completely restrained.
Cuts and bruises covered from all these thorns
makes you feel as if one was always unborn.
A crying youth with a broken-hearted soul.
That's all that's left of me, there isn't anymore.
That is so sad. You have a wonderful way of expressing yourself but it is sad.
i love this poem, for starters! i have my favorite lines:
"so that eventually each and every one is sadly blind
to my sweetly polished, form jewel of a of a character
to at that consequence everything remains an utter disaster."
"Looking at it deeply everything is sent to me blamed
and because of that I weep and weep feeling nothing but shame.
All the jeers and indifferences I've had to endure
with no sympathy or understanding from others to procure."
1 set: use of adjectives, and the language
2 set: i can totally relate. at that summer camp..everyone just seemed...obvlious to me, you know? to what was going on..it was like, "punish us for messing with this waste of a person and die" connotations..because nobody did shit for us in that camp when it came ot offenses..they did not care at all....not one little bit.....
"Assertiveness and self-esteem and forging friendships were my choice
yet no one took heed of my concerned minor voice.
Many apparently agreed to ostracize me out from their worlds
and left me a social outcast, like trash overboard one would hurl.
Eventually desperation took hold of me for I was left alone as a cold, isolated form
with silence, loneliness, and tears the only friends I have left to consort"
"These three console me and commiserate
for me and what so many fail to associate
and to understand what tragedy befell me."
set 3: sometimes i feel the same way,but that is my motivation for writing all the same, is very powerful
set 4: is beautiful
"In the end I'm misconstrued and shattered in despair
because my world is left with nothing but care
to search for someone out there, at least one,
in the hopes of repairing my broken self and to never shun
me out but instead share their world as well"
"I was once filled with life, with hope, happiness, and gaiety
but now I'm void of this desired, lovely reality
'Sunny' days in my world have once existed
to a limit that everything changes, is ephermeal, is desisted."
set 5: that is what i use the internet to do...it is my escape, my release
and everybody should be given a chance, right? but unfortunately, people do
set 6: relation again
"Now bound and broken I remain.
I am a bleeding doll completely restrained.
Cuts and bruises from all these thorns
makes you feel as if one was always unborn.
A crying youth with a broken hearted soul
That 's all that's left of me, there isn't anymore"
set 7: exactly how i felt at the end of that summer, and even sometimes now........All you want is to be free
a very good piece overall
Your speech is really poetic. I've read most of your poems and I believe that you should publish a poetic collection. Monnsters, illusions and dreams synthesize your poetry in an akwardy beautiful way. Nice work!