Painful Life Poem by Haidee ( )

I’ve been hurt,
My heart damaged…
Left open and vulnerable…
No stitches in my life...
No anesthesia to dull the pain…

What is the point of hell after death,
If hell is in life?
What is the point of love,
If it is full of pain?
What is the point of life?

They keep hurting me.
They make me wish I weren’t here.
I have to pretend.
Each day getting harder.
It’s a challenge to not cry in front of them.

I’m not strong.
I’m weak.
They don’t see that.
They ask for help,
Not knowing I need it too.

There’s too much drama.
With no point to it.
They don’t understand it’s stupid.
I can’t get over it.
Neither can they.

They think they have problems
When they really don’t.
Their problem is deciding
What to write in the next text message
When some people need help deciding
What to write on their good-bye letter

Why can’t they see that?
Why can’t they see my pain.
My tears.
My dreams.
My wishes.

Every time I fall in love
I loose myself
I become another person
Then it happens
I get hurt

My heart is broken
Left bleeding
Fighting to keep beating
Doing everything to try to come back
To be myself again

My body is hurt,
But it still keeps breathing
Ignoring the tears coming,
Even though burning they won’t come out.
I don’t let them.


Maybe the stories of love and friendship
Are all a myth, a fantasy.
A trick of the imagination.
It’s not full of happiness
But of pain and darkness.

The days passing
My heart slowing.
My mind making a decision.
People are baggage.
They make everything harder.

But the decision is made.
My summer is full of light.
Of good-byes.
Not see you later’s.
My dreams melting with it.

Good-bye to everything I knew.
Going back to the place I love.
To the only person who really loved me.
The one I lost.
The one light in my darkness.

I will lose everything in a moment
In a try to gain peace of mind and soul
I don’t know if it’s worth it.
I don’t know if it’ll work
But i do know that if I don’t try I won’t find out.