Glimpse of the Torn Pages
Rewind to my childhood, when I had scarred knees from falling down instead of scarred wrists;
When school was fun because of friends instead of a place for massacre of artists.
No dress fits me the way loneliness does;
I laugh when they hurt me, I guess I'm slipping into madness.
Standing under the shower, water runs over my cuts and I flinch;
The scars will heal, but what about the ones no one can stitch.
They say one step at a time, but it's hard when my own shoelaces are out to get me;
Everyone turned the volume down right when I started my melody.
Stuck in a Twilight Zone;
"I tried" Will be the words engraved on my tombstone.
Spilling all your problems, yet your heart will stain;
Just because you're happy doesn't mean there's no pain.
The scars on my heart are not from any enemy;
And now I realize that the demons were actually inside me.
I play violin with my wrist and a blade;
I am a nonbeliever yet I pray,
My tears rush down like an endless cascade,
While I feel my memories slowly fade away.
In a world like mine, happiness ceases to exist,
While a cloud of anxiety floats around like an eternal mist,
You write your secrets in a diary while I write mine on my swollen wrist.
About this poem
This poem is about the unsaid things and actions of a teenager in this generation. The trauma and dilemma they hide behind all the Instagram feeds.
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Written on July 23, 2006
Submitted by sojosfreespace25 on January 23, 2023
Modified on March 14, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic heptameter |
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Words | 248 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 21 |
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