I decided to post one of my poems on here so people could read it and maybe it could somehow relate to what others were feeling, I no this really isn't a normal ask a question people answer topic but if others could read this and tell me what you think as well as if you have ever felt such a pain or anything you feel about it that would be great. This is my very personal work so don't be to harsh please -_-'' I love to write and when ever I'm in pain or feel a emotion so strongly this is my outlet to express myself.

Poem by BBW a.k.a sanzosgirl19

Broken~

I stand now a broken women lost deep in my own depression. How I came to this point I am not sure all I no is the pain I feel professes it's rage by clawing the skin that binds me here. The roads before me I have chosen to walk alone now, following the heart that lay motionless inside. I want to erase that which pains me so, why I still cling to the hope of a broken cage I do not know, all I no is fading away like the time I so deeply wish to stop. The horror deep within me causes me so much grief, those around me suffer as well, I wonder now in my off balance state of mind if I will ever find someone who truly understands me, will I be doomed to walk this dyeing earth alone. Now, I have fallen right back to where I started, days and days have passed with my faith in life slowly growing, now I have nothing to show for my broken wings, maybe I'm cursed, maybe in another life I was the one who broke the spirits of others and am sentenced to a life of pain and suffering. I feel so little in this world that I have created for myself, where the voices of others just barely can reach me, time, doesn't exist in this world, I only sit and watch it pass me by with little to no end. Have my feelings now betrayed my trust like so many others have done before, I wish to stop the perpetual cycle that is my life now, so easily I am crushed and targeted by those who use my pain against me. Shot one by one by those who spoke the words of love, I wish so badly to not care, to destroy my ability to see the beauty in others, I wish to put back on the blind fold that kept me safe from the truth I still try not to believe. An angel soaring through the heavens like the shooting star I can never reach I lay waiting for the next blow to hit me. I gave you my heart and it's yours to keep, you have sliced my vain and silenced my will to speak. May the blood I have spilled for you stain your hands forever, let the light show your true self to those who have such high faith in you. Be proud of the scars you have made, and dig the knifes deeper in to the backs you have stabbed, I no longer feel your pierce, it is now just an empty hole where a light used to glow with the passion of my now cracked soul. I fall through the darkness where the cold wind turns my skin pale and makes the rushing blood freeze into ice, a forever lost to the waves along with moments I will never get back, crossing the path on to a dusty road I walk with my back to the world, finding my way through the storm with eyes slowly going blind, soon the darkness will consume me and I will fall to my knees until what's left of my heart and soul charge on aimlessly to a future unknown, I need no one, because no one ever cared, I take one last look at the future I'm leaving behind, and let my lone tear blow away with the wind. Sadness is a feeling I no all to well, I let it over take me as the darkness rolls in.

I hope you like it

Hey sanzosgirl!

i really like your writing and i can understand you... i was in the same situation some time ago and i know how much love hurts. but please believe me, theres always someone for you, especially for you and i know that its possible and will happen...perhaps not today or tomorrow but someday somebody who loves you so much you couldn't dream of and then you will be happy like you have never been before...better then the greatest dream youve ever got^^

write about your feelings and you will feel better and you should think about writing a story..really^^ i like your style of writing^^

ps: sorry for my english, i'm german and yeah..it's not my mother tongue ;)

Thats not a poem from my point of view I guess
because if you read my Journal posts ..they all have rhymes and they have some form but anyways..

I know your situation right now XD
I've been there lots of times already..
but in the end ..I found the girl who is perfect for me

so ah lets just say that

God is still busy making the script for your Perfect Love Story
XD

Philideous-Alucard

thats not a poem from my point of view I guess because if you read my Journal posts ..they all have rhymes

Not all poems have to rhyme. Not to sound rude or anything.

I like your form of writing. There is always someone out there to love. You may have to look far and wide to find them. Even if you spend years searching for someone, you will find them. There is always someone that loves you, and when you find the right person, you will want to spend the rest of your life with them. The person is well hidden. Think of it as "Find the needle in the hay stack."

I hope I helped, and keep writing. You have talent.

Well i like it

and i don't think it is a bad one

and like Deoxys114 says you

have talent ^^

If only people knew the true meaning... maybe you could explain a little to each... or give a few clues... but what's wonderful about poetry is that it's like music, it has a separate meaning to each perceiver. sigh sigh, take care......

Yes not all poems rhyme ever the best important is the message ^^

I like it, wonderful

The poem is deep man...I hope you'll find happiness in the end. You've build up a very strong wall of resistance toward people. I can relate I feel that I need no one. The only one who can effect my life is me. weather it be the choices I make or the people I hang out with. It's all me. I'm just now trying to let people in...we'll see what happens. I hope you can do the same...

I guess I will go ahead and add mine's to it.

HOPE

Where is hope?

Does it come in little sugary packages?
Does it come in a bunch of roses?
Fresh and red one day, then dead and brown the other?
Where is it? I sometimes torture myself
With such a pathetic question.
How? Where? What?

I could die, just asking for the answer.
Where is the source of this thing
The people who are happy, wherever they are
Called hope?

Add a less to the end.
Now we’re getting somewhere.

I was born in a city
Where oceans, skies, and the city
Mingled underneath the mountains.
Busy people moved up and down.

Do they believe in hope?
Do they know it.

There are so many people
Whose intentions are anything but pure.
I believe they have no hope.
But yet, I don’t.

No, not yet.

The question came
Like a frieght train in the rain:
Do people who have
These dirty, filthy, abhorring intentions
Have any hope at all?
More hope than I do?

I cannot allow it.

And in my visions,
I see this world,
Cruel, ugly,
Beautiful and slow to forgive
And the world said to me
in a soft, deep voice.


You will shine like a star.
You will never fade away.
That little ounce of hope left in you
Will still be there.


I am young. I am happy.
I am who I am because of who we all are.
And I have hope. We have hope.
Believe in it.