Mishandled pain

Emotions and feelings are difficult

I get other peoples but not my own

Sometimes they just overwhelm me

Usually when I am alone

I don’t know what I’m feeling

I don’t know if I’m meant to know

Or if the confusion is a emotion

All of it’s own

I wish I knew what was going on

Deep inside my brain

If there was a way to work it out

See if it’s just pain

But I won’t tell anyone

That doesn’t make much sense

I’d much rather work it out at 3am

Than open up at their expense

When it all gets too confusing

Too much pain for me to deal with

I know there is always a bottle near by

And I can say that till it’s my fifth

The bottle can soothe the soul

Make me numb feel no pain

I know I shouldn’t 

But I’ll do it again and again

That may be mishandling

That may do more damage than good

But at least it’s only hurting me

Damages less than everything else would

Author's Note

Thank you for reading. Review are always welcome xx

Reviews

[Bland]

The flow of the poem is a little jagged, try using the same amount of syllables in each line to fix that. Other than that, I am so glad to see somebody in this site go for a traditional, beautiful poem that we all have come to love. I feel your message and can definitely relate to this sort of happening. Well done.

[Quinn]

Thank you. I understand the jagged nature so I may give it a re-write at some point. Glad you like it.

[Bland]

Good to know.

[Ndevanikar]

Nicely written poem, catches and portrays your intent and suffering clearly. Can relate to this on many levels and then some ....

good one

[Quinn]

Thank you for the review and the kind words.