Suspended

The words you say have no meaning,

They're hollow

Like my insides, like my words, like my soul--

I do nothing but wallow. 

I wallow in the absence of you.

You never truly left me, not really,

But your presence brings nothing but pain.

Even if you left I'd have the same feeling.

It's like you died,

I am all torn up inside.

You try and save me 

in all the wrong ways.

I am suspended here,

in this cycle of my own self-hatred.

There are moments when I cannot take this.

Author's Note

october 2010 by me, with edits from 2013

Reviews

[Rayree Parker]

Really well put together piece michele!..from feeling hollow to that kind of pain only love can create that starts you on the path of self-hatred so perfectly put.... suspended here in this cycle ... I cant even tell you how true this rings to me right now its almost spooky .. It always amazes me how on this site you can read someone else's piece of them selfs and its like they have had a peep inside of you lol thank-you for sharing your truth with us you have truly made my night knowing im not the only fool suspended in a painful cycle

[emma]

this poem did a brilliant job of putting me in the poet's shoes, and i really felt like i understood their pain and sorrow. a really excellent write.