Parables of Pain

Parables of Pain

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Sometimes we feel lonely, like we are going through something hard, and we are in pain, but we are afraid to tell someone about it in fear that they will tell us we are exaggerating or that they will pity us and not treat us the same. So we keep the pain locked away. But you aren't the only one, others feel the same way. I guess I'm most likely trying to tell this to myself. I know that this is true; that other people are going through what I am going through or feeling the same way I am feeling, but it's still hard when you can't see them. So on that note, some of these may be poems, some of them may just be me yapping about how I feel. Also, I'm not sure how long I will write or how many, but it will probably be until I don't feel this way anymore. So it may just be 4 or 5, or it may be 50. I don't really know. Just until I don't hurt anymore, and hopefully it will help some people understand that others feel the same way, and that you're not alone.
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Sometimes when I say "I'm okay", I want someone to look me in the eyes, hug me tight and say, "I know you're not". I have felt like this many times in my life; as a kid, teenager and as an adult. I have seen many things in my life and felt even more things that has been horribly depressing... But I got up. I stood up to walk on for another day. I dealt with my emotional amnesia the only way I knew I could and that was by writing it out into poetry. I wanted to forget my pain and forget what I was going through. I needed that cut of the blade or a pill to drink to take everything away. My poetry became both my pill and my blade... Now I share the most intimate part of myself with the world. The part of me I kept hidden in the closet. The part I never thought I would ever present to the world. Now is the time I have to stop having amnesia about my emotions. It is time to learn, to better myself and to stand up and remember the things that I shut out like a voluntary amnesia all these years. Those who are offended after reading this - f**k you! If you are sad with me and willing to cut your wrist - I know how you feel! If you just enjoy the words - I love you! #679 in Poetry on 17/03/2018 #779 in Poetry on 18/03/2018 #807 in Poetry on 19/03/2018 #474 in Poetry on 22/03/2018

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