Poem -

Falling apart

These feelings wont go away

the hurt, sadness and anger stays.

My soul is stained,

my heart is pained.

I will not cry

or let my feelings free to fly.

Shut inside my heart,

I feel like I am falling apart.

I allow no one to get close to me.

I cannot set myself free.

I build a wall around my emotions,

I am my own poison.

Set on dying alone

as skin and bone,

my heart left as hard as stone,

my soul left without a home.

I cant think straight,

I cant control my fate.

My emotions bubble over,

I swallow the poisoned clover.

For a small amount of silence,

I inflict on myself a painful violence,

and for a short time it is quiet,

the way I like it.

I don't want to talk about how I feel,

I do not want these wounds to heal.

I need this pain,

to stay sane.

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Valerie Beasley...

Kim! Ā I get it… but self-mutalation isn't the answer. Ā This write permeates with the pain that you are feeling…these emotions implode over and over again until you must "inflict on myself a painful violence" for solace and a short time of peace. Ā The wounds inside doĀ not equate to the wounds outside…for you can see that those wounds do heal again and again while the pain inside requires more sacrifice. Ā This is an excellent write because it is visceral and a cry for help.

val

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Kim Galbraith

Thanks Val, my psychologist is getting me to work through my problems through poetry, and this is one of many that is helping onto the right path.

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