Hurting Poetry

Writing is a good way of dealing with depression. I suppose that there are billions of us out there under twenty and going through similar stuff, it's just I write things down. It's a good way of getting the thoughts out of my head. If any of this stuff touches you, or strikes a chord with you anywhere, then my work is done, my goal has been reached. If any of you would like to talk about it leave a comment or if you want to talk about any of your issues email me direct at bethanpyrs@gmail.com. I am not a councillor of any sorts but I know what it's like to hit bottom and not being able to pick up where you left off. If you just need an ear. Mail me. So here goes. More demony stuff for you.

Thousand Pieces

I'm on my knees, falling so raw

A thousand pieces of me fall to the floor

My heart in the corner just under the sink

My body is numb, I don't know what to think.

A moment ago I was lost in embrace

Just looking at kindness, a smile on your face

I'm trying to work out what happened from there

Trying to breathe now, I sit in the chair.

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Your sweeping the floor now, and laughing at me

Telling me what went on-that I didn't see

And all the while I'm listening, wandering, surreal

Is this the way it's really meant to feel?

My cheeks burn, My eyes wet

My legs want to run, I pray to forget

I'm trying to work out what happens from here

My ears are on fire, I'm not moving through fear.

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You kiss the top of my head, it sincere as it feels

And talk about fresh starts and making deals

Another small part of me falls to the floor

I steady myself and I walk to the door

I don't understand what your doing to me-

I don't get what keeps me here I should be free.

But on and on the circle goes,

Where it stops no one knows

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What keeps me bound as you pick me up

And glue me back together?

What makes you want to know as your

piecing me up like a jigsaw?

What makes you the master and

me the fuckup?

And why does no one see me cry

In a thousand little pieces?

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Deceived

In a veil, sheltered so warm

Buffered in darkness, she weathers the storm

Crashing around her brings her to her knees

Not knowing who's honest she turns, she flees

And in that surrender she looses herself.

Turning, Running,

Grabbing, Grasping

Falling

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Around her the world turns,She burns

Unknowing not throwing her caution to the wind,turns

Trusting, laying her life and soul on the line

To those who believe themselves better and fine

And in that surrender she cheats herself

Begging, Trusting

Telling, Learning

Falling

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Towards a friend she sees a bright hope

A way to release, a way she can cope.

But the friend is truly a foe in disguise

Who rips her to shreds, analytical eyes

Prying and probing so again she flees

Running, Sobbing

Hurting, Harming

Falling

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Enveloped between shelter and pain

She covers the hurt and walks through the rain

Stuck in between a group who seems false

She dances elegantly in the macabre waltz

Being double crossed as she goes

Tripping, Crying

Chained, Escaping

Falling

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After reading some of this work you probably think I am really dark. I'm not I'm an ok person unfortunately when I write this is what comes from my pen-sorry!