The Art Of Pain by diego

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		Date Added: August 03, 2009 00:08:41	Average Score: (Needs 2)
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The Art Of Pain

What is it to you that she cares,
what is it to you that she's still here,
this pain inside that she still bares,
you see her,but nothing's clear,
you push her down on the ground,
she doesn't want to create a scene,
but yet she falls,and not a sound,
and not even a single tear seen,
you leave her alone in the dirt,
waiting to see if she's alright,
waiting to see if she is hurt,
sad thing is,she doesn't fight,
she lets it by like nothing happened,
she holds it inside not doing a thing,
she knows your heart is blackened,
she doesn't have the courage to sing,
she's afraid she won't make it,
she's afraid no one's really out there for her,
this time i don't think she's faking it,
this time i think she's the killer,
she finds a tree in the park,
she brought a rope this time,
all her life she was in the dark,
and NOW you ask what's your crime?,
lets see,losing someone who had trust in you,
losing someone who put up through the abuse,
losing someone who really had nothing left to do,
losing someone and than making up an excuse,
for not having anything to involve with it,
someone who decided it was over,
she stood there not throwing a fit,
the sadder thing's,you were her lover,
but no,all you did was push her around,
the last night before the end of her days,
you pushed her,faced down in the ground,
she took a stand,that was the end of her ways,
and she stood in front of you crying,praying,and shouting,
hoping that for once in your life you'd understand her pain,
that he'd give her a chance so it wouldn't be her ending,
that she wouldn't have to live and than die in vain,
now that she's dead and gone,
no one could help her get through your game,
but it's too late,the picture's drawn,
and this was her pain.

Author's Notes:

you know i was kind of thinking about a lot of my best friends and recently my cousin-in-law(who happened to help raise me when i was about 5 or 6,and boy did i love him,now i can hardly remember him),and how a lot of them are dying because of suicide,and later i realize it wasn't because that was how they were or it wasn't because of a disorder,it was because no one took a stand and at least tried to understand,it's hard for me to rethink about all of my best friends that have died because they weren't treated with the care they needed,they were in an abusive family or relationship and ended up just ending it before they had gotten in worse situations.Me and my mom's side of the family including my mom have Epilepsy and it can change in an instant and we could start seizing and we could go into a coma and die that quick,but a lot of our older family members have it much worse,diabetes;epilepsy;low blood pressure;heart attack;blood clots;etc.
(almost daily).And you know sometimes i feel like the girl i am talking about in this poem because sometimes i just want to end all the pain and suffering.(Now I was kind of skeptic(and still am) about the title of this poem so if any suggestions please comment.Thank You.)I don't want to make this poem about me because it isn't,it is about all those people out there who know they are,they have it so much worse than i and worse than most would,it is such a shame to me that we have come to hate and tear each other apart for our own pleasure,and the violence those people actually put into their crimes is just so horrific that i don't see how it wouldn't or couldn't break any ones heart.This poem is not about me,this poem is about and for all those victims of horrific crimes,i am here for you all,talk with me and i will do my best to help you get through anything,you have my word.

I suffer(ed) from: Epilepsy
                    Depression/Bipolar disorder(maybe,not sure yet)
                    A slow mind(at certain point lol)
                    An abusive family(did not any more)

What do you suffer from?Phobias,Pain,Abuse,Lack of family?

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	Comment By: maggie lopez sherry wilbur on August 4, 2009 01:14:35 AM	Report
	My darling son so the readers know it was the evil step mother that contributed to your abuse and neglect . I wish that I could have been there to stop here and I take full responsiblity for my absense. I truely truely felt and loved this , and I hold so very much love and admiration and pride in you and your talented writes. I think this world would so suffer from loosing you so please never loose all hope. You and I are not always well and it can break ones spirit in an instant so I only ask that you lean on me during those times and Ill forever be here. Wonderful and emotionally powerful write. well done. Love mamma Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: Toria on August 3, 2009 10:14:35 PM	Report
	I like loved that in the About this poem: you put; what doyou suffer from phobias. Was that inspired by me? Thanks. I loved how your words reached out and grabbed my emotions. Your right someone has to take a stand weather its in vain or not. great write. Your good friend Toria Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: The Bag Lady on August 3, 2009 04:03:36 PM	Report
	Hi, Diego....((Detailed Critique Appreciated)) As you state you would like a critque, firstly, may I say that your poem for stucture and meter and rhyme was fabulous....The written content was alarming, but it brought the reader to a point of wanting to continue down the posting. It was an intriguing storyline of pain, disregard, abuse and death. One thing I would like to have seen was the font come to the page a little LARGER, so one would not have to squint to read through the work...Really, that font is tiny, and it would bring out your words better if you would do that... I will say that I thoroughly enjoyed the work... I will say that you have portrayed your thoughts beautifully... Keep writing... and bring out your despair in writing and then maybe a lighter write will emerge.. Thanks for sharing.. Margaret, the Baglady Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: KerinaSkye on August 3, 2009 12:39:48 AM	Report
	This touched my heart .. It's sad. I have suffered from abuse, lack of family, pain. I was also a victim of rape. So this is how I felt,.I loved the first 3 phrases. Amazing write; adding this to my favs. Respond To This Comment