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Hardly anything on earth is free
Pay the price I paid for you
There's a lot you owe me
There's a price list too
From now on, every tear I shed costs a nickel
Every "I love you" costs a dime
Every little broken piece of my heart costs ten dollars
Maybe I'll be have enough to buy myself back
I can't breathe
This darkness is consuming me
I can't breathe
I am drowning in my misery
I can't breathe
I am blind in this void
I can't breathe
I am being pulled under by something
I cannot avoid
This is a poem that I wrote when I was in a really dark place. While I am much better now, I thought some people might relate and appreciate this poem. This poem even has a rhyme scheme!
Much love,
Bea
I’m always trapped in a cage,
No matter how much I age,
People’s expectations,
My own limitations,
The iron bars surround me,
The cages won’t let me free,
I’m surrounded by my failures and guilt,
It was a cage I built,
But a cage nonetheless,
My soul bleeds pain like pus from an abscess,
Everything I’ve done,
Every failure on rerun,
Maybe eventually I’ll heal from all of this,
But I’m within the cages abyss,
Unable to fully be,
Until my cages set me free,
I have not changed
The same memories haunt me
I have not escaped
The same monsters chase me

The words still play in my mind
The boat is sinking
They have never been kind
I am overthinking

I am not the captain of this boat
I cannot outrun these nightmares
The cries stuck in my throat
My eyes dry of tears

Recovery is brutal
Is trying futile?
Some things are better off dead
Buried in the ground
The memories stuck in my head
Spiraling around and around

My soul sits in its tomb
My hopes are the coffin it lies in
My inner child is the surrounding gloom
My dreams are the flowers lying on the stone

My trauma make up the walls that surround
My pain is the drawings underground
My soul was buried with the shackles that bind me
I had to bury it all so it would let me breathe

You have to stop looking behind to look ahead
That’s why some things are better off dead
Blood on my hands and the bathroom floor
When will this stop? I wonder as it slowly pours
The blood comes from the cuts on my arm
How did I get here? What have I done?
This is about self harm
I will lose myself
if it means you can have it all.

I will give everything
if it means you will smile again.

I will, I will, I will.
I told the stars my pain, but they blinked in disbelief
As if the sky could not conceive a suffering so far beneath
Still their presence offerd a quiet relief
we’ve left pieces of ourselves
in too many pages already
but june is blank
and maybe this time,
we write something worth keeping
we’ve had the cold ones,
january’s quiet, february’s ache
the months that carried goodbye
and the ones that stitched us back
but june is untouched
and i want to fill it with you
I held the silence in my chest,
But my heart still beats your name
Even as you step away,
My love for you remains.

If distance writes a quiet song,
I hope it hums of me and you.
I'm not done loving, not just yet,
I still believe in us too.
Heartbreak 💔
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