I have gone through some really hard times throughout my life, and venting through poetry is one of my best methods of coping with stress. These poems often end up sounding just as depressed as I do most of the time, and the results are often meh-ish. Here are a few:
I have scars.
Marks from my past,
both emotional
and physical.
Self-inflicted ones
cover my legs.
If I could take back
the harm
I put on myself,
I would.
I regret taking the blade
whenever life was too much
or not enough.
Emotional scars;
they form jagged lines
on my heart:
When he rejected me,
when their words dug too deep,
when I let myself fall in love again.
I should’ve known
that things would go badly,
if I ever fell again.
But now
I can never judge you,
only love you.
You rejected me,
and I’m still scarred,
but I’m healing.
But you’re the one
who made me
put down the blade,
and for that
I thank you.
I believe
that a person’s eyes
can tell you everything.
How they feel,
what they believe in,
and if they’re telling the truth.
Honest eyes,
kind eyes,
the mean everything to me.
His brown eyes,
deep, and pure
made me fall.
I was so in love,
but he showed none
of the same feelings.
We grew closer,
until we were best friends.
We told each other everything.
Then, there was one day
that is forever
etched into my mind.
He told me he loved me,
not in words, but with a song.
He sang to me
as I sat next to him,
and I felt that everything
was perfect.
His voice still echos in my mind,
singing sweetly.
But that bliss couldn’t last.
Apparently,
he somehow changed his mind.
One minute he was singing to me,
the next he was asking her out.
We were still friends,
until recently,
but he’s the reason
for my scars.
And even after him,
I managed to fall for you.
Your eyes, green and innocent,
almost child-like,
drew me towards you.
A year of silently falling.
I told no one,
holding it to myself like a secret,
and stayed silent.
You barely knew me,
but I took every chance I could
to speak to you.
Your voice, your eyes,
what was it that made me fall?
Again, it was for a singer,
with amazing eyes.
Do you see a pattern?
Then, our unfamiliarity was broken.
We became friends
as we laughed around that tree,
and I realized
how in love with you I really am.
I write tons of poetry, and this isn't any of my best poetry, but it's all I could find for now. Most of my poetry is written on random sheets of paper throughout my room, and searching for all of them would be like searching through my brain for a small piece sanity. . .
Marks from my past,
both emotional
and physical.
Self-inflicted ones
cover my legs.
If I could take back
the harm
I put on myself,
I would.
I regret taking the blade
whenever life was too much
or not enough.
Emotional scars;
they form jagged lines
on my heart:
When he rejected me,
when their words dug too deep,
when I let myself fall in love again.
I should’ve known
that things would go badly,
if I ever fell again.
But now
I can never judge you,
only love you.
You rejected me,
and I’m still scarred,
but I’m healing.
But you’re the one
who made me
put down the blade,
and for that
I thank you.
that a person’s eyes
can tell you everything.
How they feel,
what they believe in,
and if they’re telling the truth.
Honest eyes,
kind eyes,
the mean everything to me.
His brown eyes,
deep, and pure
made me fall.
I was so in love,
but he showed none
of the same feelings.
We grew closer,
until we were best friends.
We told each other everything.
Then, there was one day
that is forever
etched into my mind.
He told me he loved me,
not in words, but with a song.
He sang to me
as I sat next to him,
and I felt that everything
was perfect.
His voice still echos in my mind,
singing sweetly.
But that bliss couldn’t last.
Apparently,
he somehow changed his mind.
One minute he was singing to me,
the next he was asking her out.
We were still friends,
until recently,
but he’s the reason
for my scars.
I managed to fall for you.
Your eyes, green and innocent,
almost child-like,
drew me towards you.
A year of silently falling.
I told no one,
holding it to myself like a secret,
and stayed silent.
You barely knew me,
but I took every chance I could
to speak to you.
Your voice, your eyes,
what was it that made me fall?
Again, it was for a singer,
with amazing eyes.
Do you see a pattern?
Then, our unfamiliarity was broken.
We became friends
as we laughed around that tree,
and I realized
how in love with you I really am.
I write tons of poetry, and this isn't any of my best poetry, but it's all I could find for now. Most of my poetry is written on random sheets of paper throughout my room, and searching for all of them would be like searching through my brain for a small piece sanity. . .
I used to do a bit of poetry from time to time, but I can't be bothered these days...