Broken, bruised and wounded,
I stare at those closed walls.
I scream to get help
but I get none at all.
I cry in silence
and I cry out loud
Nothing seems to end this pain
No one seems to hear my shout.
I confide in the wrong
Get hurt over and over again
Nothing to soothe the aching heart
No one to ease my pain.
I look at my wrist
And i look at the knife
And i think won't it be easy to end it all
Yet i can't, I got to stand up
I got to win this fight i lost.
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This shows the courage to stand against all odds.
ReplyDeleteThis should be the spirit!
:) yes dear
DeleteLoved the optimism showed at last! Beautifully penned Sneha!
ReplyDeleteyes valli!! u r one of my inspirations!!
Deletethat should be the spirit of life.nice composition
ReplyDeleteQuite painful and at the same time strong lines ! a good write -up .. and well portrayed feeling of pain and the quest for fight of odds!
ReplyDeleteReally painful and very very strong lines that make my nerve wreck, I m just shivering after reading this. You penned marvelously. I am impressed by your writing skills.
ReplyDeleteWounds and bruises are an integral part of life, I guess. Thank god the knife didn't tempt any further and the resolve wins...
ReplyDeletethe resolve should always win.. wounds and bruises are just a part of life
DeleteLife will throw many stones at us but it is upto us how we tackle it and come out with all smiles and optimism.
ReplyDeleteWriting on the go
exactly hetal.. well quoted
DeleteLovely....touching.
ReplyDeleteLove is a mixture of pain and happiness...nice poem.
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thank you chitra
Delete"Yet i can't, I got to stand up
ReplyDeleteI got to win this fight i lost."
Best said......
This reminds me of every medicine exam i've given. entrance or otherwise!
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