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High Tide

November 2, 2021
By WolvesRain ELITE, Walton, Kentucky
WolvesRain ELITE, Walton, Kentucky
106 articles 1 photo 182 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Every secret of a writer's soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind, is written large in his works." Virginia Wolf


What to do,
When words,
Are thrown at you?
I sit and wait,
For the tide to change,
I wait and wait,
For something great.
But no matter what,
I can’t seem to fly,
When my feet are so tied.
Tears are shed,
And rumors spread,
The tide won’t lower,
So I guess,
This is the end.


The author's comments:

This poem is about how words affect our feelings, emotions, thoughts, and actions, in it I cover a tough subject for people with depression. Am I loved? Did they mean it? Am I better off dead? Please comment!


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on Nov. 11 2021 at 8:02 am
WolvesRain ELITE, Walton, Kentucky
106 articles 1 photo 182 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Every secret of a writer's soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind, is written large in his works." Virginia Wolf

Well... I feel that when someone hits me, hit me, I can take it but as soon as you call me names or say I'm useless or that I don't belong, I feel like my heart stops and my legs go numb. The question I'm always asking myself is, do I belong? I can't stand myself sometimes because I feel like my body is filled with hate from all I've endured such as being beat until my arm was so jammed it hurt to even touch it then my teacher shaking it like a rag doll or seeing my dead papa, hearing that my grandpa passed away, hearing that my grandma has Alzheimer's, and seeing my dog die. Losing my friend that was helping me through it all hurt bad and now... I just feel broken, beat, unfixable.

Lydiaq ELITE said...
on Nov. 10 2021 at 10:27 pm
Lydiaq ELITE, Somonauk, Illinois
129 articles 33 photos 963 comments

Favorite Quote:
Love, because you can’t love your way out of the lunatic asylum, but it makes it more fun to be a lunatic.
--Me

This is a toughie, because I'm so sensitive and emotionally fragile; if other people have thin skin, mine is like waxed paper. Words other people speak hurt me under these conditions: when I disagree but I don't feel welcome saying I disagree, when people assume I'm a certain way but I'm not, when people try to criticize my outward self while ignoring my inner turmoil, and when people tell me to be quieter. Words that roll off other people in minutes make me cry on and off for weeks. Deep down, I know the lies these words trigger are just not true. But I bury myself in my hurt feelings. Sometimes I feel proud and sassy and feel ready to stand up for myself, and other times I just mouth the lies. I will never defeat my true self; she will come to my rescue someday. And if all else fails, the time is ticking away to when I can escape home.
So, how about you?