I am tired and broken inside

by Dagmar Wilson   Sep 20, 2016


There are times
I feel like I am near the end of my road
the whole me is not moving the way it used to
but then I realize that life isn't numbered by years,
I am blessed to still be here.
Brown spots appear on my skin
there are so many,
beauty marks that's what I like to call them.

Life comparing to death
is more difficult then anything else
except when I was trying to end it without any success.

I have taken a tour
to the smallest places,
catching a glimpse of my previous actions.

I wasn't bad nor did I commit a crime
just always feeling extremely guilty
and allowing them to blame me.

I am at a point in my life
this should be about me,
instead I continue on harassing the messed up me.

I don't think that will ever change.

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  • 7 years ago

    by PETER EDWARDS

    A sad poem Dagmar and I hope that it doesn't still mirror how you feel inside.
    Life is all about experiences, good and bad, it being the journey that matters, but people do drag us down at times, life can sometimes not be easy at all.
    A good thoughtprovoking poem that I enjoyed reading and one that made me reflect a little on myself.

  • 7 years ago

    by Brenda

    Dagmar, this is just so beautiful and sad all at the same time. I have missed your writes! I know as difficult as it is but you have got to let go of past mis-steps. They do nothing but drag us down. There are things and people so far out of our control, that no matter how many times we say we are sorry they are just bent on hurting us some more. You need to reserve your strength for you, because you need to take care of you. Its a hard concept for those who are used to giving their all to everyone else. Dagmar, please forgive yourself, you have beat yourself up for too long. Hugs!

  • 7 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Dagmar,

    I suppose it doesn't matter how many times we tell ourselves to focus on the positives in our lives and stop being so hard on ourselves, we are destined to often be our own worst critique...the trick is to not be too critical!

    Stay well,

    Ben

  • 8 years ago

    by Em

    Dagmar, a very insightful yet sombre piece that I for one can relate to. Many years I was put down and told I was no good, even told to kill myself because no one gave a s h it about me and I tried and failed at that and it goes everywhere with me that guilt of letting people down and the guilt of letting people drag me down too.

    All the best, Em

    • 8 years ago

      by Dagmar Wilson

      Thank you Em so very much it is indeed an awful feeling. Hugs

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