Life in Suffering

Like a chill sprouting from behind the ears,

trickling down my spine

I let my sadness flush through my veins, for now I am full.

As in denial, that my pain was mine

I was blind

I have the right to feel, it's feeling that will cleanse my soul.

Replace the dried up blood that you once touched

with you I was filled with nothing but muck.

 

Now the tide's rolled in and salt seeps into my wounds

and of course it hurts, but healing is what it'll do.

Just let it hurt, completely feel your pain

be entirely unashamed

It's pain that makes you you

So goes for all other humans too.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741