what happened

Three on my leg

Five on my wrist

Twelve in my heart

Nothing is fixed

Why is there pain?

Where is the pride?

What happened to my good advice?

Why cant you listen why cant you stay?

Is it my fault you ran away?

Try to understand

Try to lend me a hand

Through the pain,

My heart has traveled

Alone,torchered, and thrown

What happened to that little girl?

What happened to never giving up?

What happened to trust and love?

All there is now is sad little me

Confused and hurt and hung up in a tree....

Author's Note

I wrote this on 11/7/11... it means alot to me and its one of my best poems... i wrote it when i was upset. hence the hung up in a tree line.... please, if u have negative comments keep them to youself... if u have advice to make it better fill free to share

Reviews

[Patrick Henry]

I am about to go to war with your poem!!! Ready? lol I'm kidding... I never think like this, but without a "mature" tag on a poem about suicide that someone small find to be the answer within your poem, I am not reading this as a serious "end of the world" poem. Some part of me walks up to this girl and gives her ankles a gentle tug to help break that neck or throttle that breath of hers. It's what she wanted; it's also a life of watching horror movies and going through the same kind of emotions that understands this piece as more of a "mood" piece, and not a suicide piece too much. Some of my first 15 poems or so are suicide poems. Thy BETTER be labeled Mature because of the language and stuff, but your poem is hitting my mind like a coming of age roller coaster of emotions poem. The first four lines are tough. It's, obviously cutting, to anyone who has ever done it before. I don't understand why people do it on their wrists to advertise that they cut themselves, though. lol I did stuff to my body that I only found out in other people after watching HORROR movies!! Today, the world wants the rest of the world to know they are to suffer, but they are also living in the most comfortable and humane era that has occurred. What HAS happened to the psyche is that everything that used to be geared to adults, is now geared toward younger people, like education, looks, drugs, pregnancy, sex, porn, expectations, jobs, technology, and the country's future after all the baby Boomers pass away, and leave this generation of scholars, wrist cutters, monsters, robots, racists, and introverts to inherit what is now being bestowed upon them!! lol It's crazy, I guess. I Love you poem. Everything is there. The questions, pain, soul-searching, and growing up with these feelings to figure out is all in this poem, and you wrote it out in a way that impacts, and delivers. Great job!! xoxo -Mark

[Hiddenfire]

"Three on my leg
Five on my wrist
Twelve in my heart
Nothing is fixed"
Really liked that opening! Something about it just kind of drew me in and I can tell why you really like this piece, it reads so smoothly and yet the emotions portrayed are the exact opposite so it adds this nice contrast.

[Sunflower]

i really like this poem, i added it to my favorites list. i have felt this way too many times and it tugs my heart. nice write