Here is the longest poem I've ever written. It's eighty lines long. I write a lot of poetry. If anyone likes it, I'll post more, so let me know. Thanks. By the way: has a few cuss words. Just to let you know.
“Broken Hearts and Mending Scars”
The pain grows everyday.
Everyone you love tends to go away.
My heart’s been broken so much,
I long for a loving touch.
Is “broken hearted” a good way to put it?
I feel like I’ve been run over by a truck and then again hit.
Love is my misery, my joy, my pain.
It can really make you start to go insane.
No one but Pixie really seems to care.
Life is so heartless and unfair.
You tell someone you love that you’re sensitive, and they hurt you,
And they double over laughing.
You think they love you too?
Yeah. That sure shows you.
My broken heart
Is where the cutting began to start.
Pain makes you do things you don’t think about.
I used to just get mad and pout.
Now I cut my skin while I’m so upset I cry.
I wish every cut would make me die.
So I ask myself this: Are my scars really mending
Or are they getting deeper and never-ending?
Love isn’t a magical once in a lifetime chance.
It doesn’t make your heart do a little dance.
Love is misery and tears.
It blocks out your fears.
Falling in love isn’t great.
It’s more like a horrible fate.
Why are the people I love and date sometimes so cruel?
They treat you like you’re an in superior fool.
What I feel is really a shame.
I have no one to love and claim.
You take my heart,
Rip it, and tear it apart.
Nothing is the same anymore.
My arm and wrists are left burning and sore.
Sharp objects are like a toy.
They bring me much pleasure and joy.
Scars you can see aren’t the worst part.
Much worse is the ones on my heart.
They tend to never heal.
Love in return is something I never feel.
Emo scars make me smile.
That’s something I don’t do but once in a while.
When you love someone who hurts you bad
You shall see who is then sad.
But sad isn’t a word I can honestly use to describe what I feel
It makes my world turn to something unreal.
Crying is a part of my every waking day.
Cutting is what I do to feel joy and to pay.
People bitch and call me stupid.
What the fuck do I look like? Cupid?
I’m not a preppy little bitch.
They can just go take a hitch.
Most the friends I used to have are no more.
They stabbed me in the back and turned into a whore.
I only have a few people to love me and help and care.
Everyone else is to busy playing in their lover’s underwear.
All I want is to be truly loved.
Not my heart taken, stabbed, ripped, and shoved.
I know I’m very ugly,
But isn’t there more to me then that, that anyone can see?
I guess I’m meant to be alone,
And leave my love unshown.
Pain is just an essence of my being.
It leaves my heart dieing and bleeding.
Why can’t someone love only me?
I guess that’s never meant to be.
To have a broken heart
Isn’t good from the start.
You’re mad on the outside,
But down deep you’re hurt and depressed inside.
It’s something I will always feel,
And it will take time to truly, if ever, heal.
The mending scars distract from your pain
That a broken heart has made you gain.
The scars show up white, then bleed.
They set some of your pain out to be freed.
If someone truly loves you, don’t let them get away.
Love them and cherish them every single day.
-Ash-
4/27/09
