Pain



You don't know what I go through,
Im always bored stuck in my room,
My mind still stuck on you,
The heart is still stale like a broom,
You must not know but I feel dead.

I've been welcomed into hell,
Looking at all the messages since you left me on read,
When you speak I hear strange bells,
I'm still scared to love,
I feel death coming closer.

I'm stuck but i want to fly like a dove,
Wishing for the same thing,
But it might cost me my life,
To you it means nothing to me it means everything,
You and I can see the pie but I still don't want a slice.

I just want a future where I can fit in,
Not a future that breaks my hands,
I feel my life coming to an end,
I can't even ask a question so I said and,
I still feel a sharp pain in my skin.

My bones feel like I'm being stabbed,
I cant even move my hand it can't bend,
My body around you is as stiff as a shell of a crab,
I write cause this is how I vent,
I also want to be looked at as a Friend.

About this poem

Pain is in everyone and sometimes hearing someone else having pain might make you happy, cause your thinking " I'm not the only one" or you might be sad and try to understand me for me.

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Written on October 29, 2021

Submitted by ishyne.robbins2318 on October 29, 2021

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Quick analysis:

Scheme ABABC XCXDX DEXEX FXGXF XGXXG
Closest metre Iambic pentameter
Characters 925
Words 206
Stanzas 5
Stanza Lengths 5, 5, 5, 5, 5

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