Tag: Sad poem

AOP, Poetry

Call me anything but a failure.

Author of pain

It feels like my life is one big circle,
I’m trying to go forward
But I’m on reverse mode,
Time is telling me my only remedy is
Time.
If that’s true why do i kill myself
Trying to prove I’m no failure?
I do things I’m not proud of,
Made promises that i walked out on,
And i feel i don’t deserve love.
So you can call me what you want
Just don’t call me a failure.
I know I’ve had some,
I’ve felt like one sometimes,
Won’t deny that
But just don’t call me a failure.
My biggest fear in life is knowing that i never tried,
But each time i try
I just end up feeling like another failure,
But i get afraid of not trying at all.
If you go through my mental notes,
You’ll think I’m just a lost cause,
I understand that cause i feel the same way sometimes,
But my biggest failure
Is knowing that i never tried,
So whenever i see an opportunity next,
I’ll chase it and try again.
And if it goes south,
And you call me a failure,
Just know that I’ll still be here,
Standing on my two feets,
Looking for the next one.
So you can call me all names,
Just don’t call me a failure.

AOP, Poetry

Things I Had

Author of pain

Dear life,
Hi, its me again.
I know in my numerous previous poems,
I had talked about how you were never going to see me fall,
I talked about how i was always gonna stand tall,
Even when you try to make me fall.
I’ve always been a victim of your bad side,
For all I’ve ever known
Is nothing but pains.
You’ve seen me fall many a times,
But you never saw me cry,
That’s how strong I’ve been.
For i fought with every single drop of blood in me.
Guess i really did fought with every drop of blood in me,
Cause the heart beat in my chest feels weak tonight.
Guess this is the final goodbye,
Dear life guess you finally won,
This is my end.
I don’t see any reason for me not to take my life anymore.
This is the end of my road.

But before i leave you,
O cruel world,
I will make a list of the things i had.
Know if I’ll be missed or forgotten,
And prolly know if being alive is still worth it.
So this is a list of the things i had ;
I had a caring family,
That loved me to the moon and back,
A family that gave its all just to see the best of me.
A family that sacrificed it’s all,
Just to see a smile on my face.
Do i pay this family back with suicide?
Or what about the friends i had,
That supported me physically, emotionally and mentally,
The real gees,
The friends that were there,
When family could not.
How selfish of me will it be,
To cause them pains by ending my life,
To gain eternal peace?
Will there ever be an eternal peace for me,
Hurting and breaking their hearts
By committing suicide.
Some had legs but could not walk,
Some had eyes but could not see,
Some had ears but could not hear.
I had all these and they worked perfectly fine.

I had thought i had no reasons not to take my life,
But the little things i had,
Which i overlooked,
We’re the reasons i could ever need,
Not to end my life.
So dear life,
It’s me again.
You might have won again,
But this is not the end of me,
For the things i had are far more greater than those
I didn’t.
And for the things i had,
I’ll keep on fighting.

AOP, Poetry

I Was That Kid

Author of pain

The other boys always laughed at me,
The kid that always sits at the back of the class.
The one with
his head down,
to conceal his lost frown. The one whose confusion led to
All the students intrusion.
I was that kid.
My tears was the other boys fun,
they most enjoyed teasing me of my attire.
As they ridiculed me and called me names,
I hid my face in great shame.
The bruises on my skin were not punishments for my own skins,
but they were cruelty for my differences,
and the consequences of my existence.
I was that kid.
I couldn’t concentrate on my studies as it was me vs the rest,
because I knew what
They’d do when they found me in the hall.
The teachers says I obviously didn’t try.
But they don’t know I break down and cry when I’m alone.
I did put in effort,
I did my part; maybe I was not just smart.
Then came the pressure from family, who were so clearly disappointed that my grades were bad.
I was punished,
And picked on for the rest of the year,
because I gave up on my future.
The worst part was not that I was a disappointment.
It was the permanent,
Never ending embarrassment of always failing,
of never being good enough.
I was left alone, no one cared about me.
Why remain in a world that cares not for me?
So i began to think,
Then i decided to give up on life itself and
Leave this cruel world and its cruelty
But i guess i was a disappointment to even death itself,
As it also rejected,
So now I’m stuck in a world,
Where i can never be good enough,
Where i am nothing but a disappointment.
I am that kid.

AOP, Poetry

Life Won Again

Author of pain
If you need someone to talk to or you need advice, then talk to God cause he’s the only one that listens even when you think he isn’t.

Dear life,
I have always quetched about me being strong,
I would always ignore your despairs and count my blessings,
I had said to myself,
Life is tough but I am tougher,
Now I don’t know who is tougher.
I have never hated you like I do right now,
Cause all you ever do is make me cry.
Whenever I pass by,
People always say;
“there goes the one who lost his virginity at birth,
For life had started fucking him up at birth”
Dear life I know you don’t want me around anymore,
You might have won again,
But this is not the end.
You may see my cry,
But you won’t see me fall,
You can throw all you got at me,
But you’ll never see me fall.
Even though you keep on winning,
You’ll never see me fall.

Dear God,
Hi it’s me.
I know I’ve been far from you my whole life,
I’ve never needed you like I do right now,
For my whole life is crushing down and,
The heart beat in my chest feels weak,
But I don’t wanna die yet,
I just wanna find my peace.
Cause all that surrounds me are traumas,
Life won again.

AOP, Poetry

12 AGAIN

Author of pain

Wish I could be 12 again
Cause back then there were no pains
The only pains I felt
Were the bruises from playing in the field,
And the pains from losing a game.
But now the bruises from the field don’t hurt me no more.
But depressions and anxiety
They hurt me so bad.

Wish I could be 12 again
Cause back then the only person I loved was myself
So no one could hurt me so bad
But now each day,
A different hurt from a different person anew,
When I was 12
The only problem I had
Was how to get my uniforms clean for school
But now I face the problem
Of having to live with anxiety,
And dealing with depressions.

If I can be 12 again,
I’m gonna live the moment to the fullest,
Cause those were the last days,
Where I was happy but I wasn’t acting
Those were the days where I used to smile,
Those were the days where anxiety and depressions
Were only words to me.

~ Author of pain

AOP, Poetry

The End Of Love

Author of pain

I Still remember the days spent with you
When the love was so pure
Even though it was one sided
Everything was so bright.
Why did I get separated from you
Why did I hide from you
I should have confessed my love to you earlier
Then maybe things might have worked out
And i wouldn’t be separated from you
No matter our distance.
I always loved you silently
And when I confessed my love for you
You left me with emotions of blue
And now I’ll miss you with
Silent tears,
Now all I can see is pain and tears in vain
No happiness and just the bane
It’s love lost for me.
And this will be the end.