Cry for me, please cry for me,
I want you to feel hurt,
I want the pain to dig at you,
And make you feel like dirt
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This poem evokes an urge for me to cry. Though my tears would not be for you. They are for me. You have awaken a beast within me with this emotion-laden piece. I am with you as many could testify as well, the same. I am, and have been in this very place before. It can sometime feel like an old shoe and at others, like a shard of glass cutting across your heart. This poem was most powerful and your ability to capture so well the pain on paper is truly a talent.
Been there, done that, and misery loves company. Keep writing, however. It eases the pain.
I love it, I feel like that too sometimes! A great piece of work! Elya Thorn
pain is always a mystery and sometimes the conclusion is not what you expect good work
We all want the person who broke our heart to suffer as we suffer. I like the way you express it in this poem. Most of all, I like the ending - so true. avr
It is an intense quagmire of misery, a broken heart. Of course there's pain, suffering.... in excruciating doses. I applaud your honesty. I will also be reading more of your poetry.
A very honest poem. To me as a reader, it reinstates the fact of how intense our emotions can be at such a time as a broken marriage, etc. Now I'm going to read more of your poems...
No Janice, not from my childhood. Though, it was interesting to hear how you had interpretted it. Though, I think that is the mother in you coming out. My inspiration here actually came from someone braking my heart and it was written for them. I wanted them to feel the pain I was going through. Cheers SC
This was one from your childhood I guess. It has the sound of a child who is crying out for love.? ? ? ? ? I may be way off here. Let me know. Gave you a ten Hugs Jan
Oh memories of the past, I too was there at one time. I'm so glad I grew up and realized this emotion was just a waste of time. We should enjoy any time that we had in a loving relationship and when things change and it no longer exists at least we can be grateful that it ever happened. You show a very true picture of the feelings of many. Excellent poem---Melvina---