Pain, Sorrow Poem by Theresa Goertz

Hazel eyes dark with pain
No one sees her as tears fill her eyes
No one sees her fall to her knees
Unable to breath
Unable to stand
Unable to go on.
The pain inside is killing her.
The pain isn't physical
It's emotional.
It just hurts her so much that it slowly kills her.
It holds her prisoner
Watching as she slowly decays
In the prison it holds her in
Unable to escape.
All she longs to do is run away,
Hoping the pain won't follow,
Hoping to elude it
And go a day without it,
But how can she when everywhere she looks
When everywhere she turns
She sees reminders of him and what she used to have?
She wonders
‘Will the pain ever go away? Will it ever lessen? '
The answer to her questions is no.
Day and night she hides it
And day and she slowly dies.
You see her on the street but do you ever look into her eyes?
NO! For if you do you'll be engulfed in her pain, you'll feel her sorrow and betrayal! You'll be trapped!
No one dares to look into her eyes
No one dares to be her friend
All are afraid of what she might say
Of what she might do
All of you are afraid of this girl that is me...
None of you care of what happens to me!
So why don't I end it?
Why don't I kill myself and end this torture? You ask
I'll tell you why now
I don't end it because it's my fault
I don't end it because I'm punishing myself
I betrayed him
Let him get shot
And now I'm alone and everyone forgot I existed
I don't end it because what's the point?
I'll die eventually anyway
What's the point of speeding death along when all anyone wants to do is prolong it?
If I kill myself my spirit will only suffer
If I kill myself the pain will still follow
Weighing me down
If I kill myself there are a few people who will wallow and try to swallow
Dying because they can't breathe for their grief is so great...
These hazel eyes dark with pain are mine
No one sees me as tears fill my eyes
No one sees me fall to my knees
Unable to breath
Unable to stand
Unable to go on
The pain inside is killing me
The pain isn't physical
It's emotional
It hurts me so much that it's slowly killing me
It holds me prisoner
Watching as I slowly decay
In the prison it holds me in
Unable to escape.
All I long to do is run away,
Hoping the pain won't follow,
Hoping to elude it
And go a day without it
But how can I when everywhere I look
When everywhere I turn
I see reminders of him and what I used to have?
I wonder
‘Will the pain ever go away? Will it ever lessen? '
The answer to my question is no.
Day and night I hide it
And day and night I slowly die.
You see me on the street but do you ever look into my eyes?
NO! For if you do you'll feel my pain, you'll feel my sorrow and betrayal! You'll be trapped!
No one dares to look into my eyes
No one dares to be friend
All are afraid of what I might say
Of what I might do
All of you are afraid of me...
None of you care of what happens to me!
So why don't I end it?
Why don't I kill myself and end this torture? You ask
I'll tell you why now
I don't end it because it's my fault
I don't end it because I'm punishing myself
I betrayed him
Let him get shot
And now I'm alone and everyone forgot I existed
I don't end it because what's the point?
I'll die eventually anyway
What's the point of speeding death along when all anyone wants to do is prolong it?
If I kill myself my spirit will only suffer
If I kill myself the pain will still follow
Weighing me down
If I kill myself there are a few people who will wallow and try to swallow
Dying because they can't breathe for their grief is so great...