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Poem Details
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| Title: | time and the truth unwanted (part 1) |
| Date Submitted: | 10/7/2005 |
| Email: | crimson_surrender@hotmail.com |
| Poem: |
When people said, "Give it time, it will work out", I wanted to tear apart my wrists. But I waited. When I was told "it's not so bad", I wanted to rip my hair out. When people said, "You'll be fine" I choked down too many pills, and more. They didn't seem to understand, it was never going to happen to me. Time can't heal all wounds. But I've stood through time. Two and a half fucking years. No, time doesn't help, time makes you tired and hopeless. But here I am, a monument to pain. Scars on my wrists and tears in my eyes. No, time hasn't changed that. Here I stand: cowering in a corner, protruding bones and wounds and scars. A monument to pain. My own gravestone. Timelessly trapped.... |