Emotional Pain Poems

I turn the leaves of my old diaries.
Wherein my passions and anxieties
Together with your dried rose petals, sleep.
They savor your scent and bitterly weep.

Our glances,...

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He loved her
like the last day of autumn —
knowing she'd leave,
but holding on
as if his hands could change the season.

She wasn’t just a chapter —
she...

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She was a field–
soft, wide, aching.
He was the match,
small
but hungry. 

They met 
not in spring,
but in that breathless hush
before things grow–
where hope is still half-buried
beneath...

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Maybe I was too much—
too loud in a world that whispers,
too present where absence feels safer,
too eager where waiting kills quietly.

Maybe I sent the first...

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My parents didn’t teach me love—
I learned it from the silence.

My mother never asked
why my eyes were red.
She looked,
but never really saw.

My father only noticed...

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I didn’t see the blast--
just felt it after,
in the hush of your retreat.

No scars to stitch,
just words
lodged in soft tissue.
They ache when it rains.

You said,...

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Pile Up
self-perceived failure, blame
guilt, disappointment, shame

Pressure
unexpressed, unfulfilled needs
expectations nobody heeds

Perilous Pitch
consider this - you are much bigger
someone small can be the trigger

Pyrotechnics
An explosion, shrapnel sent
wounds...

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EMOTIONAL SHRAPNEL

Once that argument fuse has been lit
One waits for that inevitable explosion
The blast summoning the first emotion
But so painful after the shrapnel has hit

One...

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Memories of whip-lashing words 
steeped me deep into a roil of rancid oil
my soul a weeping blistered sore  
my heart a gangrene amputee 
pus-green-memories...

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I am that night which is full of darkness,

Neither the moon is my companion, nor the stars have any existence.

Every corner cries a story inside...

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They never saw me—not really.
Only the outline I traced in the halls,
A whisper of denim and shy glances,
A ghost who smiled too politely.

They passed notes...

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"Your faith is your flight"

I was once broken, but now I have gathered myself,
There was a lesson hidden in every tear, I have taught myself.

Only...

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I survived even after losing'

I was that girl, who was afraid of questions,

But life taught me to become the answer.

In the house where voices were...

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There’s many types of abuse.
Physical, emotional, mental.
The worst kind in those groups,
manipulation.
It can go from peer pressure,
to messing with emotions.
I was a victim,
to this kind...

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when love was scarce and bitter-spun,
i craved the warmth of anyone.
no silver spoons, no golden light —
just hungry hands that learned to fight.

i licked the...

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