Laura Breidenthal Poet Dramatic Monologue

Nothing Wrong With Me

there’s nothing wrong with me. . .
i am staring at the tv screen,
i should be laughing- i am i guess
it’s a hollow giggle above something horrid beneath

you stomped to the kitchen
i rolled my eyes
drunk again, what’s new?
you threatened to swallow all the lithium pills
oh like i have not heard that one before

there’s nothing wrong with me, you baby
put that knife away
you’re not gonna do it
you know you’re not gonna. . .

you went out on the porch
i sunk into the comfortable chair
it’s so comfortable, it hurts
you’re moaning, i wanna die… i wanna die
i swallow my soda and sigh

You,
You think I’m cold,
You think I’m uncaring, selfish, indifferent,
You think I’m a monster, doing nothing
And in a way, maybe I am,
But that’s what you made of me
I’m done
I’m sick of the same ****
It’s what I am
Every drink you chug,
Ever pill you pop
Sinks me deeper into the comfy chair
I will suffocate, baby. . .
Whispering myself into screams:
There is Nothing wrong with me!

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Funom Makama January 19, 2016 at 8:54 AM Beautiful and well expressed lines in their finest. A great and well deserved 7

Duke Beaufort January 17, 2016 at 2:12 PM The person with the pills, drinks and knife needs professional help. You can't be expected to be the solution to everything. Sometimes, a person's needs are beyond what we can give, but it doesn't feel good to be exposed to this constantly. In other situations we can't help--we can only enable. This is a big ouch!!!! We wish people were all strong and happy.

Iris E. Sankey- Lewis January 12, 2016 at 7:46 PM "Sinks me deeper into the comfy chair..." This self preservation is key. Peace and blessings. Laura Breidenthal January 13, 2016 at 3:09 AM Yes, sometimes it can be too comfortable! ~Laura

Justin Bordner January 9, 2016 at 1:20 AM You incorporate the modern details neatly into this poem's primordial spirit of exhausted love, not neglect per se, just excessive self pity repelling the instinct to nurture and protect Laura. I really like the grity, real,nuts and bolts of hearts grown too numb to care which can happen to anyone,and this poem seems to apply to family, friends and lovers equally. I never want to ignore the love needs, your poem reinforces me to be better, thank you! "Whispering myself into screams" wow! J.A.B. Laura Breidenthal January 13, 2016 at 3:08 AM Always a pleasure receiving your feedback, Justin. ~Laura

White Sage January 5, 2016 at 6:53 PM now am not sure of what to say...from what i imagined, oh! that scene...excellent write, but i hope depression isn't whispering that into you while its just the opposite.... Laura Breidenthal January 6, 2016 at 11:07 PM You see keenly into the words, White Sage. Depression and denial rings heavily in this throbbing composition. ~Laura

Dalia Shahein January 5, 2016 at 6:14 PM This is so sad my dear but so great and beautiful , you've got all the pictures painted in my head , lovely words dear laura indeed, hugs / / :) dalia Laura Breidenthal January 6, 2016 at 11:06 PM Thank you, sweet Dalia. ~Laura

Rightly Jennings January 5, 2016 at 5:35 PM Hi Laura. Some intriguing images presented there. I hope this isn't taken from your own, real life. Oh, and the title caught my eye. Lol. It's a good one. Laura Breidenthal January 5, 2016 at 5:47 PM Rightly!!!! It's great to hear from you! How's the music going? Thank you for the visit, and I'm glad you enjoyed this one. I gottah check out your new posts - I love your poetry and music! Always, Laura