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I was beaten
Torn, ripped to shreds
Left with no hope
left with a life unknown
Worthless
Pathetic
No good
Thats what I was known as
Abused
Heart ripped apart
No love
No trust
That's how my life was known as
Abused physically
abused emotionally
Sexually harassed
every moment of everyday
No good to this life
No good to this world
Nobody liked me
always thrown around
Will anybody truly understand?
all the lies that I made up
"I'm Okay"
"really I'm fine"
while deep down
I am dying
Will anybody care to know?
will anybody care to understand?
The Life that I have once lived
Torn, ripped to shreds
Left with no hope
left with a life unknown
Worthless
Pathetic
No good
Thats what I was known as
Abused
Heart ripped apart
No love
No trust
That's how my life was known as
Abused physically
abused emotionally
Sexually harassed
every moment of everyday
No good to this life
No good to this world
Nobody liked me
always thrown around
Will anybody truly understand?
all the lies that I made up
"I'm Okay"
"really I'm fine"
while deep down
I am dying
Will anybody care to know?
will anybody care to understand?
The Life that I have once lived
Yes this was how my life turned out to be. Believe it? Don't believe it? After all I am a "liar" that everybody once called me. Until someone stepped into my Life and realized how much I am meant to be here. Thanks to that specific person I am still here today dealing with everything. But with him by my side. I won't give up. I never have given up, but he had made me stronger. He had made me believe there is actually Good in this world
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Right off, the tone, the bitterness, despair, hopelessness, of the poem is what strikes us and I need to say that you have done well, with urban language. Second, is that considering this tone, you have very sensibly selected short lines that resemble spoken sentences. The diction was suited to it, e.g., Stanza 2. I do not often criticize and evaluate spoken word poetry. This was certainly deserving. There is a narrative touch, that impresses me like a youth in a rehab clinic or a street corner who is telling this. I wonder whether you dug into your own past. Really unique.