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Melisa Schmidt Poem
I dont want to die
But i dont want to live
Atrocities done
I can not forgive
Let go of the past
Quit reliving the pain
Lies and betrayals
Stuck deep in my brain
Emotions time warped
Again fresh and new
The questions rehashed
Everything I've gone through
Reach out your hand
Stay in the now
Break the cycle
Help me somehow
I dont want to live
I dont want to die
Trapped in the trauma
Ever wondering WHY
Copyright © Melisa Schmidt | Year Posted 2019
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Melisa Schmidt Poem
- Cold hard stare
As i lay here in my coffin, with
my eyes shut, how are u? R u
looking with regret - of all the
things you didnt do? Was your
life so complicated that you
didnt give a damn..did u listen
to my heartache, or did u make
me who i am. Was it really so
hard to love me. to hold me,
calm my fears -too much guilt
inside you that you wouldnt dry
my tears? Was i such a heavy
burden, that you couldnt stand to
bare? Is it easier to look now at
me with your cold hard stare?
Copyright © Melisa Schmidt | Year Posted 2019
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Melisa Schmidt Poem
What is a promise? An off hand remark? A hiss from your tongue, words with silent meanings a second thought, a contrived punch to my heart, a lie that hurts maybe the sharp slap he likes to exert to my face my trust is but lace A phrase said in hast to smooth out the pain but my memories remain as scars to my brain
Copyright © Melisa Schmidt | Year Posted 2020
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Melisa Schmidt Poem
Are you out there, somewhere, waiting for me while I wait for you?
Have you come as far as I have, know what you want too?
Do you understand my heartache, my disappointments, my pain?
Do you dance without reason, out in the rain?
I smile through the tears that fall down in my soul.
For there's a deep well inside, an unending black hole.
I've lost all that I've loved, can I trust someone again?
Are you out there somewhere, a stranger or friend?
Copyright © Melisa Schmidt | Year Posted 2020
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Melisa Schmidt Poem
Who Am I? How did I get here?
The Monster
FEBRUARY 5
He destroyed her
He killed all that was good
Burnt her hopes and dreams
Took her broken heart
and stomped on it
He raped her soul
and filled it with hate
He took away her reason
He stole her joy
He trashed the sweet
and innocent
He broke her heart
and killed her passion
She no longer is what
she once was
She has fractured
She has gone
He awakened Psycho
She no longer is afriad
and is now dangerous
She is torn between hell
and non-existence
Wounded and trapped
She wants to leave this
Tortured world behind
WHY?
He was only joking
Chasing his thrill
After everything she did
After everything she endured
He had one last joke:
He never really wanted her at all.
Behold the monster,
His creation
Copyright © Melisa Schmidt | Year Posted 2023
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Melisa Schmidt Poem
Is it true that everything, eventually, ends?
Pretty white dresses are worn through, flowers wilt and die, paper becomes dust, pictures fade away, ties that bind break...
How do we know when the END is? Think about a big bonfire..
When is it OVER?
Once we run out of firewood? Once we see the smoldering embers? Once we can no longer smell the fire? Once the memory of the fire has gone?
I can no longer remember any fire...was there one? Or did I just dream it in a grand NIGHTMARE?
Copyright © Melisa Schmidt | Year Posted 2020
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Melisa Schmidt Poem
Are you out there, somewhere, waiting for me while I wait for you?
Have you come as far as I have, know what you want too?
Do you understand my heartache, my disappointments, my pain?
Do you dance without reason, out in the rain?
I smile through the tears that fall down in my soul.
For there's a deep well inside, an unending black hole.
I've lost all that I've loved, can I trust someone again?
Are you out there somewhere, a stranger or friend?
Copyright © Melisa Schmidt | Year Posted 2020
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Melisa Schmidt Poem
*So am I*
"It doesn't matter what I do,
No matter what I choose,
I'm what's wrong and there's nothing I can do about it. If I'm not hurting myself, I'm hurting everyone around me - and there's nothing I can do about it. I'm broken."
"So am I.", he said.
Copyright © Melisa Schmidt | Year Posted 2020
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Melisa Schmidt Poem
What is a promise? An off hand remark? A hiss from your tongue, words with silent meanings a second thought, a contrived punch to my heart, a lie that hurts maybe the sharp slap he likes to exert to my face my trust is but lace A phrase said in hast to smooth out the pain but my memories remain as scars to my brain
Copyright © Melisa Schmidt | Year Posted 2020
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