Poem of endless darkness

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(Meant to be read slowly)


a street, abandoned and dark..engulfed in silence
nothing but shadows painted with jagged lines, done carelessly
Shadows of aggrivation and anger
Hiding behind secretive masks of happiness
Sculpted poorly,revealing their scars
Never fading away
As they scream
Angry at their artist
Shadows of lonliness,
perched in a dark corner, isolated.
shattered into a million pieces
Which cannot be repaired or mended
Even with proper care, which has forever been denied
Nothing left but crushed pieces of paper
Once containing delightful thoughts
Shadows of terror
Hidden behind towering trees
Taller then they will ever feel or be
Despite how hard they desperately try
To feel worth something, anything
Shivering in the cold winds
Breezes whispering their worst nightmares
Nightmares of torture and abuse
Nightmares of their life
Shadows of a child
Once upbeat and joyous
Now falling endlessly
From who they used to be
From who they want to be
From Who they will never be.

Shadows of a 12 year old girl crying
On her birthday,
Today.

Shadows of me.





Random blabble i jotted down real fast Just wanted to get the idea written down so i can write a proper poem later xD

And today is my birthday lol (feb 17 )but there was a point where i was crying do to an argument,

Leaving me wondering....does my life really matter? Or am i just a punching bag for harsh words?

Anyway, it ended up a nice day we did a lot of fun things

I exaggerated the darkness and pain a bit in this poem,

But meh.


I will probally post a detailed version later xD

Last edited by Neonhusky on 18 Feb 2014, 1:18 am, edited 1 time in total.

Happy Birthday to you! Your poem is incredibly profound and it is quite remarkable that you have developed such insight and skill at such a young age. I hope you will be ok, and glad to know that you did have a good day, and for what it's worth, YES, your life does really matter. Please know that! I look forward to reading the "more detailed version" of your poem. The version you've posted is actually quited detailed. Once again, sending you Happy Birthday wishes! : )

For a 12 year old, it sounds like you are harboring more hurt then you should.
Perhaps you should talk to someone.
Other then that, yes, your poem done well.

Possibly, yet it's all i've really known, and due to the constant isolation from others i struggle to grasp the concept of how it should be

I speak with a therapist from time to time..but the sessions seem to be a box for my mom to throw insults about me into.
In other words, The only time i get a chance to speak i am interrupted by my mother, who immediately contradicts my statement and denies evey individual word.

When i have one on one sessions, i speak honestly directly to the therapist, who then tells me what i did wrong and what i should have done instead of offering me comfort, and then tries to prove that i am not being truthful. She is very kind, but is always one to take my mom's side, as if my piece in the puzzle is unimportant, and not needed for the solution.

And thanks writing and drawings are my favorite forms of expression xD

If your therapist is more concerned with what your mother thinks, then perhaps you should change them, with the request that your mother no longer interferes in your work with them. because when she does then the focus turns to her needs not yours. from your own agenda needs to hers.

Haha, i truely appreciate that

and all life has purpose, but it's not always a good one. However, i believe that if someone works hard and strives to be the best they can be, they will have a wonderful life, and can have a huge impact on others around them.

Seems like its worth a shot xD
I'll do my best

You have a wonderful attitude! Don't ever change it. Allow your attitude to carry you through life! : ))

You write well and with great feeling. I suspect neither your mother nor your therapist understand the depth of thought and feeling that is inside you.

Because it would not be kind at all to do what you describe if your therapist understood, and I trust your judgment she is kind. Perhaps if you can describe in words that you feel in need of comfort to your therapist she might hear you?

I am glad you felt comfortable posting, and you reach us. Real people in your world should hear you too. I hope they do. Because I think they are underestimating you.