Dark Poems in English - Sad Poems About Life

Dark Poems in English - Sad Poems About Life

Sad Poems

I Will Wear Masks

In times of trouble and insanity

I carry masks to disguise

the pain I carry

secure behind my eyes

I can never let out again

the misery I hide

to hell with my dignity

to hell with my pride

from this day forward

and for ever more

I will mount this mask

that will be my lore

No reaching out when I am weak

no solace will I seek

when you look for answers

when you say your prayers

all you will see is masks

and no pain that I bare

to pan loko maitri mukine kem kare chhe prem?

Just A Small Cut

Crimson red fills the bowl and I think I'm going to be sick.

With every thing spinning so fast I cannot breath.

Walls closing in and everything fades.

Fashes of light come by, one, by one.

Feeling sleepy not knowing your name.

Not knowing mine.

There it is. my favorite thing of all this,

ah the feeling of pain is gone from before and new form enters me.

Laying here waiting for you to come home.

I open my eyes and see flashes of you and me from before you went.

You walk inside.

You call to me and wait for an answer.

You hear small light breaths coming from the bathroom.

thinking it is me, you walk down the hall with a smile.

the kind that makes your knees go week.

You walk in. Oh god, is all you can think.

I'm trying to look up at you but I can't move.

a cold chill comes over me as you pick me up.

You say we are going to the hospital and that everything will be ok.

You rush me in.

Blood running down.

The nurse rushes you to a bed so I can lay down.

I can hear you asking her something.

But I can't make out the words.

I feel something cold and wet touch my face then my arm.

I feel the prick of a sharp object go in my right arm.

The nurse says that I need stitches because the wound is to deep.

I feel the thread go in and out through my arm.

And a band-aid go around and around.

After I have slept for two days they let you in.

I can move again and open my eyes.

You say that I got 76 stitches because the cuts were way to deep.

And that I almost died.

I pull off the band-aid and look.

I see over 20 cuts and begin to cry.

You tell me its ok and we will get some help.

About 5 years later.

We have two to deal with ourselves.

Jake and Emma.

A beautiful baby boy and baby girl.

The scars are still there.

Some times I wish I could go back 5 years and change what I did do so I can make it right.

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