Alone Poem by Silentpoet Grl

Alone

Rating: 4.7


all was quiet
all that could be heard was my heart beat
i could hear my thoughts
telling myself i shouldn't have messed up again
why did i just let it happen again
why am i so stupid
but i was so alone
i couldn't stop it all by myself
now i am sitting here with my knife
cutting myself again
frustration overtakes all
i deserved that cut
it makes me forget for a moment
forget the rest of the pain
but i said i wasn't going to anymore
like always though i have failed
now the only sound is the blood drip
and soft sobs of a girl all alone

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Anil Kumar Panda 26 October 2011

you have gone through so much in life as the lines tell.liked the poem.keep inking.

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(De Va) 02 November 2011

another sound is in the room, the drip of tears from one who cares. You may not see or hear the angel at your side, but she is there and she holds you so close....hugs n blessings.....

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Nick Kler 13 November 2011

What color would you paint your heart? Up until it you bleed again

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Tindel Drey 24 November 2011

though being alone could be troublesome but in that place of loneliness one discovers his or herself

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Menime Soul..'d' Ugliloner 27 November 2011

the sadness and pain..you've captured it well in your lines. A good write.

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Annabel Cruz 19 August 2012

The reality of your poetry is heartbreaking......perhaps this is what makes it so powerful and raw. Please continue to pour all your anguish and pain onto the ink but leave it there. You deserve to be happy.

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Kara Towe 26 December 2011

Very good write. I relate to your loneliness, and pain. I also am self destructive, my addiction is trying my best to be numb. I wear my heart on my sleeve, not a easy thing to live with. I allow people to hurt me, when I shouldn't give a crap about what they think or say. I have no control over what people do or say so I force myself into being numb, quite a deadly game. Sometimes I don't care if I wake up in the morning, or care at all about my health. Then sometimes it crosses my mind of how God loves me, like I love my children, and how He is in agony over every wrongful thing I do to myself. I certainly would be in tremendous pain if I saw my children doing what I do to myself. I couldn't imagine the pain either if I knew they thought of them selves the way I think about myself. I am so grateful they are healthy in every way. If they weren't, I'd know it, they are very open with me, and I can see that they are doing well. If things weren't that way I couldn't begin to imagine the stress, let a lone the over whelming pain. I know they feel pain over my self destruction, and I'm trying my best to get healthy. It starts in the mind, moves into the heart, and then outward. I'm my worst enemy. Enough about all that for now, I just wanted you to know how much your poem touches me. You're not alone.

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Hope Anderson 21 December 2011

i really like this poem: +) and it is sad

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Kevin East 10 December 2011

Your poems sp are a diary of your pain for us all to feel.

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Danae Kavouridi 09 December 2011

Speachless really.So real..It's good you write poetry. I agree with Mark Sellen, I also find self-harming a big of a concern. I am not going to start the usual line about getting some help if you don't want to. Let all your pain on paper...Not on yourself please.

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