Apart

by Rebecca Bentley   Apr 15, 2013


Where do I begin from,
How did this all begin,
How do I tell the story,
Of this hell that I reside in.

My heart, it sits in tatters.
You think the broken bits can mend,
You don't seem to understand,
That I have already met my end.

Slowly but surely,
life broke me down,
Bit by bit it got me,
And in self pity helped me drown.

For yours i fought depression,
But still the demon lives inside
I've thought of ways to end my life.
So everyone else can pay the price.

Once there was a time,
Life wasn't all that bad,
But now I've seen the illusion,
Of the life I thought I had.

When will I realise,
It was never worth the wait.
Its only now I understand,
That there is no such thing as fate.

After years of hate and emptiness,
I've grown used to all the pain,
But even after experience
The outcomes still the same.

The pain is now my torture,
and I don't know what to do,
This pain feeds my addiction,
While I try to live without you.

How did our unhappiness,
Come at this evil cost,
The both of us have suffered,
And In the end the both of us lost.

Unhappiness is guaranteed,
With or without you at my side,
So as my tears cut my wrists,
In this hell I will reside.

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  • 11 years ago

    by tainted melody

    This was extremely powerful. And there were a couple lines that really stood out to me, like the 5th stanza, about the life you thought you had. 5/5

  • 11 years ago

    by Ingrid

    If you have no kids yet, sweetheart, I advice you to find love elsewhere. You are still so young, even younger than my son, who has not even had a girlfriend yet.

    If you find it difficult to make a decision, try to imagine yourself 10 years from now: what are you doing, who are you with, do you have children, and if so: are they raised in a loving family setting? Think hard hun..and chose for one person's happiness only : YOURS.

    *hugs*

    5/5 Ingrid

  • 11 years ago

    by PETER EDWARDS

    A truly beautiful poem Rebecca.
    I am in awe at your talent!
    Such powerful emotions put simply into words.
    Your beautiful words..

  • 11 years ago

    by Marvellous

    In darts of pain, joy is refined. A child who doesn't cry, won't try. When pressurized, victory is near.
    Indeed beautifully worded!

  • 11 years ago

    by DrucaLuv

    Very good work. in the beginning i thought you were only speaking of lifes evils. seems as life was your relationship?. powerful wordplay and nicely put together. maybe a pronoun in one of the first few stanzas to portray pains intended/unintended targets or creators. just a thought, but now i feel like i sound stupid. :P good work

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