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Pickled

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I'm reall not much of a writer at all but i just felt like writing something today and this seemed the best place to do it as it won't be rediculed. Thanks for all the writings you guys do. They are amazing.


Everyday I feel it. Everynight it keeps me awake.
The fear gets too much to cope. How long can my shoulders take this weight?
I won’t let you beat me.

“Real men don’t cry! You wanna fight? I’ll teach you to fight!”
These are the pearls of wisdom you bestowed upon me,
Your lessons that I’ve learnt too well.
Why did you do this to me?

Do you know I lay awake at night, yearning to cry?
Wanting so much to be held by someone.
Yet having no one to love because you couldn’t love me.
Are you really that cold?

This pain I feel consumes me whole.
It grips my heart with all its force.
Fuck you you pig.
Why won’t it stop?

Why did you bring me to this world?
You never wanted me,
You have your booze and your subservient bitch.
All you ever wanted in this life.

I can’t do this anymore.
I want to quit this charade and show my true face.
Break down my walls, and share the pain.
If only I had someone to unveil it to.

People, they see me as carefree & happy.
I wish they’d know me for who I am.
Not the jester, but the tortured soul.
Why can’t I reach out?

The pain is crippling, I can hardly speak.
If only my hands would stop shaking so much.
Maybe then I could use them to end all my grief.
I cannot fight you anymore.

Fuck you. You are too strong for me.
The fight is too much.
You’ve consumed me whole
Was this really what you wanted?
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First of all

WELCOME TO WORDS ! :)

This poem was great in the sense it seems like you really got some feelings out there in the open. So many times we have a constant battle in what is morally and emotionally correct for ourselves and where the boundries may be. part of the dayum process of maturing.

I can’t do this anymore.
I want to quit this charade and show my true face.
Break down my walls, and share the pain.
If only I had someone to unveil it to.

People, they see me as carefree & happy.
I wish they’d know me for who I am.
Not the jester, but the tortured soul.
Why can’t I reach out?



That part right there,, i would say would be about 80% of the people in the world,, we all tend to put a mask on outside regardless of what you feel on the inside.

very impressed by this piece~ :)
 
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