She

She sits
on the stone cold concrete
She wraps her arms
around her legs,
pulls them to her
Here she sits
a constant reminder of her past
The world
it makes no sense to her
she is utterly alone.
Alone in her silence
feeling insane
feeling like she belongs
nowhere
The tears,
void, emptied of any emotion,
she lets them slip out.
They run
a steady stream
from the creases of her eyes.
Wise for her years,
she knows what it is like
to live life
wishing she didnt.

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sk8erpoet commented on She

07-22-2010

i really like this poem....it is sad but i know things will happen and change all of that....sometimes sadness is the only way to get a feeling out...i can relate to this as well so yeah just thought i'd share that part......great write....sk8

brokenhearted11

07/22/2010

thanks :)

Mandi commented on She

07-21-2010

Now this is just plain sad, BH you definitely need to visit with a professional who has been trained to help people with these kind of problems. Your writing is good t herapy, but is not the whole answer. I would like it if you visit with me, but please don't brush me off

brokenhearted11

07/21/2010

okay. well, im not depressed anymore. kinda :) no more cutting/burning/scratching/biting, im done with that :) but thank you for the concern

SweetAngel4eva commented on She

07-06-2010

love this one. u are a really good poet. keep on writing

brokenhearted11

07/06/2010

thanks :)

Mrpoetry commented on She

07-06-2010

good poem keep up the writing I can tell that you are an emotional person

brokenhearted11

07/06/2010

thanks L:) and yeah, its pretty open in my poetry

1990lh commented on She

07-06-2010

are u speaking of urslef in the poem does the girl represent hiddien emotions with in you? yes or no i still like this a story of someone confused and lost wondering about the uncertain. love it

brokenhearted11

07/06/2010

yeah, its me... all teh shit that u cnat see on the surface

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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