He left, and I let him.

He left, and I let him.

A Poem by Anna Clark

I have not written this before. It is a poem of how I'm feeling when I post it.

I write this as my thoughts speak.
But even so, my body feel weak.
The pain and despair
Has become too much to bear.

I cannot keep going like this.
How can I?
My heart is his...
He left, and I let him.

I want to scream into the void.
I want to fix my heart.
I want to go back to cutting.
Just so I can feel alive again.

Why didn't I fight for him?
Was I supposed to?
He's gone now, and my heart is a hole.
I fake a smile for friends.

But that's all it is: a show. 

© 2016 Anna Clark

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Masked feelings overwhelm us faster than even the saddest ones do. Cutting makes one feel alive, oh I can tell alright, but wasn't cutting the connection in such a relationship [He left, and I let him] that makes one dead? Why make a cut, when you can just fight to learn how to fill the "hole" your heart is, and love more, be loved more, next time? Sorry if this seems like an advice or something, I can only relate to what you write and partially agree. ut the other me, has seen that disagreeing with such thoughts and feelings, not giving in, is equally sad but way more rewarding.

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Added on May 7, 2016
Last Updated on May 7, 2016
Tags: depression, heartbreak, love, pain, cutting, sadness, sad, hurt, angry


Anna Clark
Anna Clark

Bend, OR

I'm 18 and I love writing, I write poetry and short stories. I love animals and my family. more..