Empathy Poetry

I paint you better of a person than you ever really were.

I hope I can be like the flame of a candle and light the way for others, who search their way out of the dark.

After all this time, thoughts of you still linger.

When I feel that I have met my doom, and all those around me can not imagine the pain I am tormented with each day, I tell myself perhaps that is why it is better me than them. For I can endure this and maybe they could not. After all, I am still alive.

Throughout life, people will bring out the worst or best in you. Listen to your intuition. Feel your emotions. Observe your reactions. Then, decide who remains and who is removed.

He asked me, “What’s it like to have an episode?”  I was quiet for a few minutes gathering my thoughts and a proper response.  I said with a deep breath, “You know how your heart breaks at times in your life?”  He nodded.  I reluctantly continued, “Well, my mind does that too”.

Sit with your emotions

Feel them

Breath in

Breath out

Let the pain hurt

Allow yourself to forgive

You must do so in order to move forward

Is this what it takes to make art?

To pull my beating heart out of my chest?

As I write, the blood from my heart is used as ink

These words I write are more than just thoughts

They are derived from my very soul

The hurting and healing at a constant tug of war

Battle they do

Whichever one wins in the end

No one shall ever know

However, I will remain with this pen in my hand

Until every last drop of blood is put on paper

In your darkest hour it is up to you whether you will rise or fall.

Guilt creeps upon me like a long lost friend

Promises I should have kept

Words I should have not said

In time I will forget

Currently, it meets me

And beats me dead