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A poem reflecting my emotions in regards to the abuse that I encountered. |
Nothing has happened Nothing hurt me Nothing taunted me, used me, abused me, and accused me And now nothing is important anymore You are nothing If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it Does it make a sound? If a girl cries in her bedroom and no one is around to hear it Does she make a sound? If she is beaten in a crowd and everyone is around to see it Why is it that they don’t see her breaking down? Falling in love is hard Falling in love is hard because there is so much that goes into it You have to love them, care for them, be happy for them, help them, fix them, laugh at their jokes, pretend their words don’t hurt you when they dig through your heart, let them tear you apart because deep down you know it’s constructive criticism, watch them flirt with other people because a little change never hurt anyone… Well, except me You see, I came to the realization that nothing is something When I asked you what you were doing It was always nothing But that nothing had a name Nothing floats around in the darkness, Turning everything black with a corrupted version of King Midas’ touch Nothing waits behind your back Undressing you slowly and revealing to everyone that there are no such thing as barriers and if someone wants to get to know you, deeply All they have to do is look at the scars on your body, Left there from nothing You try to surround yourself with everything, Hoarding distant creations and memories filled with toxicity You try to fix the cracks that leak a black light that fills the room with nothing, Yet, nothing is something, and it will always be there Finally, you gain confidence and pull away from the dark, no longer afraid You will walk with a chin higher than the mountains that border the everlasting sky, And in that thick, dark border, there will be nothing. |