A Poem by ♪The Girl Next Door♪

I have no idea what to name this. Maybe after I post part 2 I'll have a better idea, but does anyone have any ideas for a name?


Tears won't come out anymore

Well I used to cry over every little thing

So now it takes something big

To make my eyes rain.


I slowly realize that I have never

ever told anyone my story before

Not because I didn't want to,

but because I didn't know it yet.


I didn't want all that attention on my pain.

It seems pointless when I here all the stories

About abused children and horrid childhoods

My pain gets ignored. And I understand why.


But I know it now, that pain that overwhelmes me

That hollowness- the emptiness I now sense.

My story, I am starting to understand

But it's not a pretty one.


I am a writer, I write what I feel deep down inside.

That's why my writing is so dark and sad.

No one ever wakes up a realizes that secretly,

deep down inside they were happier then ever.


There are so many things going through my head

I can barely get them down on a page

This raw emotion surges through me,

If I can just  get my hands to stop shaking.


What if I forget my story? I tell myself I'm waiting for you,

But the cold truth is that I don't have anyone else who understands

To be honest I've never missed you more.

I need you here, I'm ready to talk, but you're so far away...

© 2012 ♪The Girl Next Door♪

Author's Note

♪The Girl Next Door♪
One of two. This will not be open for editing other then grammar, spelling and punc. This is a very, very sincere poem that I really had to open up to write. Please don't be too harsh.

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This is a really deep poem, but I can sense and understand just how terrible your pain is. Sometimes we poets can only express certain feelings through our writings, but even still, not all of us can comprehend the emotions we experience throughout our lives. You seem to realize why your pain is the way it is, and I believe you have done a superb job in integrating and relaying this experience into your poetry. This is a beautiful poem, and I hope you can rediscover happiness again someday. Good luck, and kudos to you. =)


Posted 8 Years Ago

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wow this is deep... I can really understand your pain and I hope that everthing works out and gets better!

Posted 7 Years Ago

The deepness to this poem is amazing, I can relate. The rawness of the emotion is breath taking. I love it!

Posted 8 Years Ago

Try something like "The story of a writer" or "The story of me" :) Looks like an introduction to a book

Posted 8 Years Ago

When the tears stop. Two options. Hope or fall in to the coldness of alone. I like your thoughts in this poem. I did like the hope at the end. Sometime opening the door a little can help with the healing. Thank you for the outstanding poetry.

Posted 8 Years Ago

Sad and deep. The rhythm makes it look like a prose poem, at least to me.
I don't know what else to say, since Silent_Watcher said it all.
As for the name, a few things come to my mind, but most of them quite jump out of the picture of the poem. I'll think about it when I read the second part.

Posted 8 Years Ago

Wow its really great whenever I read a poem about real simple human emotion great job :)

Posted 8 Years Ago

wow this is good!!

Posted 8 Years Ago

Deep piece, can't wait to proceed to part two...

Posted 8 Years Ago

"It seems pointless when I here all these stories" do you mean hear? Emily pointed that out, how could I miss that? Still, this is good.

Posted 8 Years Ago

"No one ever wakes up a realizes that secretly," I think you meant to put in an "and".
I sense your sadness and fear of forgetting yourself in a way. Without a life's story, who would we be? Where would we have come from? Yes, if we forgot it, we would probably forget everything...

Posted 8 Years Ago

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