Tortured Soul...

by Briana xx   Mar 7, 2007


I was that little girl,
You kept locked up in your city of abuse,
But I have since left your city,
And tried to block it out

I was your prisoner in your city of lies,
In your city of yelling,
In your city of heartache

I was a broken heart,
I was a tortured soul,
I was the one dead rose,
In your beautifully damaged world

I may have been able to run free,
But you were holding me back,
Like you were holding the key

Iâ??ve tried so hard to say so long to the heartache,
Good-bye to the sorrow,
Good night to the pain

But all of the above,
Still remains..

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  • 17 years ago

    by Once an Angel

    Always remember that our experiences shape who we are and contribute to who we will become. Those negative emotions you wrote about will soften in time, but in the mean time they are great tools to make you a stronger, more empathedic person. You can understand others more, and also yourself. Expressing the negative emotion that seems to linger with you is also a great way to let it out of your system. Writing poetry is a great outlet, so keep that up, and smile, it cures all the bad, and if you fake it long enough with genuine effort, the smile will become geniune too.

    -Tainted Miko

  • 17 years ago

    by Once an Angel

    Always remember that our experiences shape who we are and contribute to who we will become. Those negative emotions you wrote about will soften in time, but in the mean time they are great tools to make you a stronger, more empathedic person. You can understand others more, and also yourself. Expressing the negative emotion that seems to linger with you is also a great way to let it out of your system. Writing poetry is a great outlet, so keep that up, and smile, it cures all the bad, and if you fake it long enough with genuine effort, the smile will become geniune too.

    -Tainted Miko

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