Hold me up,
Keep my head straight.
Oh! I'm tired of bearing this heavy weight!
Hands around my hands.
Hands around my neck.
Hands keeping me from being a wreck.
Fingers intertwined.
Shivers down my spine.
Hands around my waist, holding me tight.
Caressing my cheek.
Your hands, supposedly helping me
Are the things that make me weak.
Bruises on my wrists,
From the fingers that held me tight.
From the fingers that made my fingers white.
Hands around my neck.
Choke me, till I forget to breathe.
Choke me, till I forget to feel.
Fingernails cut deep into my skin,
Till all the warmth has finally gone.
Till all the warmth is just a pricking thorn.
Hands holding me in place.
While I suffer through all this pain.
While this suffering keeps me sane.
Holding me down,
Keeping my head safe.
From the pains of bearing a heavy weight.
~LonelyComets
3.05.18
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Hey y'all! In case you didn't notice... The first and last stanza... compare them and the poem will probably make sense after that :)
If it still doesn't... let's just say the hands are like the different ways you treat yourself. Sometimes you care for yourself, sometimes you put yourself down etc. And in the end you'll see that what you think you're doing to yourself is actually very very different from what's happening.
AND THANK YOU FOR 1.5K READS!!!!! *claps to self* I'll keep doing my best to deliver! Comment and vote to show some love :) (if you liked the poem obviously!)
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The Falling Stars
Poetry"For every tear that fell from her eyes// A bright star came falling from the sky" Just poems.... uhhh... yeah :) Poems that basically pop up in my head at like 3am ... and are formulated over an hour or two. That ... or it was inspired by a dream :...
