Pain Poems



Sometimes I feel I want to disappear.
This is how I know the demons are here.
They want me to fade, to cut and to starve.
So, on my bony wrists, I carve and i carve.
I can feel them
Around me
They make me think life would be better in heaven.
Sleeping all day and sobbing all night,
The demons in my head make me feel I’m always right.
The cutting the starving the crying and drinking,
Sometimes I wish I could just stop thinking.
Stop feeling, stop wanting, to be more like you.
More like anyone, but not me,
If only you knew.
But you don’t,
No one does.
Because how could they see?
This smile I’m faking is too deep in glee.
Too happy, too bright, too completely unbroken.
But the sad sad truth which no one has spoken:
We’re all a little crazy,
We’re all a little sad.
But the voice in my head tells me I’m very bad.
And I know this is true,
Maybe it’s not the voice,
To want to stop breathing,
To think that’s a choice?
I’m broken,
I’m plastered,
I’m beaten,
I’m numb.
Maybe, I hope,
someday this will come.
What will it feel like?
To disappear?
Maybe after I do,
My conscience will be clear.

Written/Submitted by Destiny dunn.

I Lost You


I increased my pain when I lost you,
I increased my cries when I lost you,
I increased my tear when I lost you,

I increased drinking wine when I lost you,
I increased my stab when I lost you,
My life became tough when I lost you,

My dream became end when I lost you,
My praying became more when I lost you,
My heart became pieces when I lost you,

I became deaf when I lost you,
I became dumb when I lost you,
I became blind when I lost you,

Written/Submitted by Hilal Bezanjo from Balochistan in Pakistan.

Good Riddance, 2013


Good riddance 2013, you’ve been a really bad year.
You’ve brought me nothing but pain, misery and tears.
Because of you, my life has been destroyed.
You would’ve been a great year to avoid.
Mom died in March and Dad died in July.
You’ve been the worst year of my life, that’s something I won’t deny.
I have something to say that is certainly true.
2014 will surely be a better year than you.
I’m glad that you’re about to become a thing of the past.
Goodbye and good riddance 2013, you can kiss my ass.

Written/Submitted by Randy Johnson.

Merry Christmas, Mom


Last Christmas was great because I was able to spend it with you.
But I’ll be spending this Christmas alone and it makes me feel so blue.
We each thought the world of one another.
I’m very proud that you were my mother.

You were sweet, smart and so very wise.
I’ve been devastated because of your demise.
You always said that you loved me and was proud of me but nobody tells me that anymore.
I didn’t know just how great you were until I lost you and it makes me feel so sad and poor.

It brought me joy when I called you each day.
But sadly, that pleasure has been taken away.
While you were on Earth,I was so blessed.
Merry Christmas Mom, you were truly the best.

[Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away March 6, 2013.]

Written/Submitted by Randy Johnson.



I like to write tragedy poems and song lyrics but I’ve never experienced anything tragic until this year.
I lost Mom in March, Dad in July and I’m thankful that the end of 2013 is near.
Mom was one of the greatest women who ever lived.
When I did her wrong, she was always fast to forgive.

I remember what my dad did for my brother many years ago when he was alive.
Dad traded his truck so that Rick could have a car to drive.
It’s sad and tragic because my parents are no longer living.
If you still have your parents, give thanks for them this Thanksgiving.

Written/Submitted by Randy Johnson.

May 28, 1990


Something bad happened in 1990 on the 28th of May.
It turned out not to be such a great Memorial Day.
I saw a beautiful girl who looked like she was sixteen or seventeen.
She was one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen.
I wrote her a note and put it in her storm door.
She was younger than I thought and her parents were pretty sore.
She was only fourteen, that was four years younger than me.
They told me to leave her alone and I agreed.
But I really liked her and it was painful not to be able to date her.
I wonder who she’s with all these years later.

(This is a true story.)

Written/Submitted by Randy Johnson.

Whenever I Close My Eyes


I still hear your voice whenever I close my eyes.
I vision your face, oh! I miss your smile.
We shared love and laughter once upon a time
Once upon a time, we shared love.
As time elapses, so the memories faint.
But your voice will forever remain sparkling in my head.
I can never forget those verses of ours
We sang the song so many times
Whenever i close i my eyes, they all come to me
Even though you are far, it seems you are close.

Written/Submitted by Abubakar Mairamri.

I Am Dying For You


I am crying for you,
You are laughing at me,

I am dying for you,
You are hating me,

I am praying for you,
You are cursing me,

I am loving you so much,
You are deceiving me so much,

I am making your name inside my heart,
You are removing my name from this earth,

My love is growing for you,
Your love is dying for me,

I am trying to placate you,
You are trying to kill me.

Written/Submitted by Hilal Bezanjo from Balochistan in Pakistan.

My Heart Asks Me


Why you love her,
Why you make me feel pain,
Why you give your all to her,

Why you give me to her make me pieces,
Why you give her permission to tear me,
Why you make me cry,

Why you need her,
Why you make me feel anxious,
Why you bring her name inside me,

Why you make me happy then make me hurt,
Why you like her who makes me hurt,

Why you love tricker,
Why you make me weaker,

Written/Submitted by Hilal Bezanjo from Balochistan in Pakistan.

Happy Birthday, Mom


If you hadn’t died in March, you would’ve turned 65 today.
Life hasn’t been as good since you passed away.
Everybody who knew you, knew that you were nice.
But I took things for granted and now I’m paying the price.
I thought you’d live for another ten to fifteen years.
It’s been tough to accept that you’re no longer here.
If you had survived, I was going to take care of you.
I didn’t know what I had until I lost it and that is true.
When you celebrated your birthday last year, you were alive and well.
I didn’t know how sick you would become, I was unable to tell.
Seeing you suffer during your last days, made my heart break.
Even though you’re dead, I still bought you a birthday cake.
I promised that I’d buy you a cake this year and I’m a man of my word.
God is much happier now because you’re with him, believe me that’s assured.

[Dedicated to Agnes M. Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away March 6, 2013.]

Written/Submitted by Randy Johnson.

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