My big enemy!

My heart is already hurt. But today my wounded heart is rotting. I can't blame anyone for this injury. Because I have no reason. But there is one person I have hated for years. I've worked hard to understand this person. What does he want? However, I could not understand it and as a result my heart suffered. Do you know who that villain is? Well, let me tell you...

He fought his lusts and was seriously wounded. He has many dreams but many thorns along the way. However, I do not know if he is a good person or a bad person...

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This man is me! Me! Myself...

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who broke your heart

I find myself writing about the person or people who have hurt me in the past. Trying to come up with the words i could say to them if i had the chance or the courage. Your heart doesn't have to be broken by a girlfriend/boyfriend/or any other significant other, but by anyone. A parent, a friend, someone else you trusted and broke it or anyone else you cared for. Write about the person, or people, who hurt you. What did they do? Why did it hurt as much as it did? What would you say to them if you had the chance?

kittykt1119 in Poetry & Free Verse

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Dear dad,

You were supposed to love me.

Hold my hand instead of hitting my hands,

Singing with me rather than screaming at me...

But not everything turns out the way we want it too.

You were supposed to love me as I love you, and now I'm stuck with unrequited love and a broken heart.

You were supposed to love me.

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who broke your heart

I find myself writing about the person or people who have hurt me in the past. Trying to come up with the words i could say to them if i had the chance or the courage. Your heart doesn't have to be broken by a girlfriend/boyfriend/or any other significant other, but by anyone. A parent, a friend, someone else you trusted and broke it or anyone else you cared for. Write about the person, or people, who hurt you. What did they do? Why did it hurt as much as it did? What would you say to them if you had the chance?

CodeRed5 in Poetry & Free Verse

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My Fault

Oh, I remember that empty night.

I remember it as the night of realization, the moment I realized what I had done. You may have lied, stabbed me in the back, gossiped, tricked, persuaded and shredded any confidence I had, but I let you. I let you push me into a never-ending pit. A pit of slick walls without handholds. Darkness that didn't just drown me. The emptiness ripped me apart, inside out, destroying what I was, revealing to me what I threw away.

You made it seem like a game. Why did this game leave me stranded before I reached the finish line? Why did this game slap me across the face every time I made a mistake? Why did this game provide me with no means of redemption?

This game wasn't a game at all. It was a torture chamber. A blade prepared to dive into my heart.

And it was my fault.

It hurt not because of what it was, but because of what it wasn't. It wasn't the joyful me that I had always been. I wasn't the optimistic, determined person who I had grown up as. I made excuses. I lied to myself. I experienced pain.

Pain I inflicted myself.

Even now, I exaggerate. I was never physically harmed. I was never starved. I was never enslaved. An exaggeration of this mind game I played with myself.

Were you even there? I see you so often and instead of blaming you, I blame myself. Who I am to judge someone just like me? Someone who made mistakes?

So I forgive you. And I forgive me, too. You shouldn't have done what you did. But I shouldn't have, either. It goes both ways. It will always go both ways. I know it's my fault, too.

As I remember that empty night, I wish I had realized all this sooner. That we were friends at some point. That should be what matters. What happened, happened. So what do you say? Truce? Start over? Pretend nothing happened?

Whatever works for you. Because I still love you, old friend, even though I don't understand you. Good luck on your travels.

May you fill your empty nights with love.

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I wanna meet the gnarled, twisted bits of you.

I've been dealing with my depression by personifying it (like in "a conversation"). I'm kinda obsessed with the idea of making something more "alive," giving it more power almost, to make it easier to deal with. If you were to give them character or a face or a body, what would your mental illness/troubles/dark emotions be like? How would you interact with them? What would they do on a day-to-day basis? Written however you like, no limitations. Please tag me @wabisabi.