by Tricia Sauer
Sometimes I just want to...
Let it flow, a crimson ribbon
to try and feel better inside.
Sometimes I just want to...
let the drops fall like petals from a rose.
Let me out, I NEED TO BREATHE!
Caged up,
inside this girl
is a person who's hurting.
Nobody can see the hurt.
Does anyone care?
She lost her father.
She's left alone in this world. She feels like she's dying inside...
Like she's screaming and no one can hear her.
Her heart's been bleeding
for over two years now.
No one to help stem the flow.
It seems like everytime
she has something good,
it's taken away.
It's better here...
they constantly glare.
Cruel eyes in a lonely world.
She needs something to give light to her darkened world.
Constant whispers & she hears her name
I thought we'd told you.
NOPE! SORRY! I'm never told anything.
She goes on a rage,
very much like this.
No one to help free her from her cage.
A two-faced world.
They treat her like a princess.
They treat her like *h*t.
Her brother, so far away...
probably hurting just the same.
She gives understanding and forgiveness
even when none are given in return.
She can't cry,
for if she does
her whole world will come
crashing down.
She's so numb,
it hurts like hell.
If they'd give her a chance, believe me...she would excel!
Waiting patiently for people with no patience...
It is very interesting to look back at poems and realize all the symbolism, that you either put there on purpose, or that just happened to occur on its own. I see it throughout my entire poem. My poem is drenched with pain, betrayal, weakness,and worry. I like using a mixture of second person and first person when writing emotional poems, because i feel that it gives off a certain feeling. Like you know that the writer is writing about themselves, but wants you to see it from both an outward and inward aspect. To feel their pain, and also see their pain. I also like using simlies to add life to my poetry. By applying physical objects to emotional or non-physiological things or ideas such as "a budding rose is like the growth of a child", or "the pain is like serrated knives stabbing through my soul", gives a visual aspect to the poetry.
I wrote this poem about two years ago or so. I was just going through a really hard time. My father had just died, and i was too busy being everyone else's shoulder to cry on, and strong rock in the middle of a storm, that i didn't have time to deal with my own grief. I essentially deal and dealt with hard times through music, or poetry, or some art form.
I suppose I should maybe give a little more background to my poem too. Then people will be able to better understand some of the things i expressed in it. Hopefully you understand the symbolism to things other than the ones that i assesed myself.
I didn't cut at the time, but i had cut in the past. This is essentially where the Crimson Tears come from. My tears, in the form of blood. I am horrible at expressing my emotion outwardly. I am what many people have said in the past, I am a "stuffer". Instead of expressing my emotions i stuff them. They build and build until they finally surface in a rush of pain and misery. This is like the part where i say, "she's screaming and no one can hear." I could be in an immense amount of pain or depression, and it is possible that no body would know. There was a line in the poem that said "she has a great boyfriend, who gives light to her darkened world..." i thought that it would be better to change it. it just kinda seemed out of place. so in the end it was changed to, "She needs something to give light to her darkened world."
I hope that you all were touched by my poem. Whether it made you sad or whatnot, hopefully it brought about some emotion in you. Till next time! Take care!!!
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