It’s fucked up ain’t it?
How we can act so happy, like we’re on a cloud. Yet here reality we are all falling down.
It’s like my brain is scattered; thinking everything will be okay, but it doesn’t matter.
Because I’m battered.
Beaten down from all those words thrown from the anger of a person.
The truth is that it hurts but…
I can’t let them see me down. So I just stand up, brush off the dust, and hope I can have some trust…
That my body will support me.
It’s folding, I’m aborting me.
I don’t even know the real me.
I wish someone could hear me. I’m yelling, screaming, but people are ignoring.
I tripped up and feel back down again.
I’m holding out my hand, but no one’s around again.
I feel empty inside, like the real me died.
I don’t know how to get her back.
The memories that were inscribed…
Have been erased. Without a trace being left of her.
It’s mental.
Others don’t understand what she’s been through.
That’s it though.
They don’t try to compromise from the get-go.
They just sent her…
Hate from all sides. Saying they hoped that she’d die and they’d make her cry.
Tell her she’s nothing and everything she is was a lie.
But that’s shit.
She didn’t deserve it.
She dealt with all that she could before she lost it.
Crossed it.
Real and fake.
She didn’t know it, but she could make it.
She had the power inside; to live instead of die.
She didn’t have to hide.
Picked herself back up; with all her pride.
She would ride…
Through this storm.
Always being knocked back down, but knew deep inside…
She would survive.
Poetry
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i love this. i think the feeling of being knocked down over and over and over by life is mutual, and everyone can relate to it. The feeling of being lost and ignored and the sense that everything is going wrong all affect us differently, but this formidable spirit, written is those three words of survival reminds us that we all can get through it. this was lovely!
Thank you so much! There will always be events, words and actions that bring us down. It’s what we find deep inside that keep us pushing forward.
“She would survive!” Amazing piece of work. I can really relate to it.At the end of the day, what really matters is how we pick ourselves up and move on and show the world what we really are.
Thank you! Those are my exact thoughts. Things will continue to come and go and bring us down, but we have to pick ourselves up and push on.