Falling for nothing
 

I hate the fact that I want her.

I hate the look she gives me.

I hate feeling helpless.

I don't even know who she is.

Do I fall? Do I join the angels in the abyss?

The hole in myself could be filled, my soul made whole, if I could bring myself to love.

To open my heart is to have it cut out.

To confide in another is to be ridiculed for who I am.

Would she be any different? Would she take me in her arms, and comfort me, and allow herself to be comforted?

Would she love me, truly, without shame?

I cast myself into the pit, and never will know.

And I hate myself for it.

Well, instead of making a new thread for each of my postings, I'm just going to make this thread my personal writing place. This is going to be some pretty personal stuff, just warning you all in advance. But I think it'll do me some good to share it. I guess we'll see.
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Tears wont come to my eyes now
I think I just ran out
No matter how I push or scream or try
They seem to leave me dry
I feel it burn inside my chest
As sorrow fills my life
But pressing up into my throat
the sobs still get choked down
I cant feel the prick anymore
of salt that stings my eyes
or rivers down my cheeks and chin
The taste of tears inside
And if I think too long on this
It makes things even worse
I want to cry for lack of tears
To scream and sob and curse
But nothing comes
My eyes are dry
And even through the pain
I feel myself just push it down

Very good stuff, I can really relate to the first one. Thanks

wow, did you write those about me? hope to read more.

Wonderful and very moving, especially the second one. So few words, yet such overwhelming emotion!

I feel like you took a page out of my journal. I can really relate to your emotions

Here is the next installment of my ongoing literature saga. I hope you enjoy it.
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Who shall care for us,
those who have fallen for love,
those who have died in rage,
those who have been cut down by indifference.
Who shall hear us,
those who have fallen for lust,
those who have died in anger
those who have been cut down by neglect.
Who shall save us,
we who have fallen, died, and been cut down.
who have been denied and defiled,
ignored and rejected.
We who are damned.

I like your writings very much. The second one in particular moved me. Looking forward to seeing more, and please...never be afraid to share here!

Kiss my shame,
Love my rage,
Hold my hate in your arms.

Drink my tears,
Consume my lust,
Roll my pain on your tounge.

Can you accept myself,
If I cannot?
Can you see my essence,
If I am blind?
Can you hear my sorrow,
If I am deaf?

My shame,
my rage,
my hate,
my tears,
my lust,
my pain.
my essence,
my sorrow.
These are mine.

But you are my hope.

Will you come for me in twilight,
When the day is at an end?
Will you sing to me in darkness,
When night my wounds will mend?
Will you comfort me at midnight,
Twelve times the bell will toll.
Will you be there when the day breaks,
To see daylight free my soul?

Nice collection, Czernobog.