PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

It was hard but i learned from it


I sat in my room

and cried.

I questioned myself,

until i became angry.

Screaming and intergation inside of my head

wondering why i cared so much.

When i wanted nothing more then to simply forget.

Then one day

I woke up

without  the pain

I guess what they say is true

TIME

really does heal all things. 

©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

sweatpants18

View all poems →

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.

Log in to leave a comment.