The Broken and The Brave

• Artist: poopsuu
• Description:
• Date: 10/28/2011
• Tags: broken brave

It's cold inside and outside,
but I won't ask for something warmer to wear.
It's the way i've always been,

just to accept everything.
We can only change so much,
but god.

Sometimes it's too hard to even reach out,
sometimes it's easier to let everything go,
and not try.

The brave ones continue on being broken,
but they still survive.
The weak ones stay behind,

killing themselves one by one.
The shadows stay behind with them,
they're afraid when once a tear drops,

more will continue to follow along.
Staying in the corner,
all alone.

Whispering in her mind,
to herself.
Leaving the broken to their fates,

It's a celebration of release from hell.
When the brave ones finally make it through to the gates,
they'll be free.

They won't think of the broken,
but instead they'll cheer and be happy.
Hands shaking,

we try to hold it out and feel the warmth,
but we can't.
We're too lifeless to do anything,

given up everything already,
nothing left to do,
there is no life.

Comments

[DJ Hope 1990]

out. she'll also see that crying is normal. and being broken is a part of life. and we are broken at least once. i am probably reading to much into things like i usually do but the girl in the poem should realise that there is usually someone, even strangers who are willing to listen and help. but your poem is good emotionally descriptive. compelling.

[DJ Hope 1990]

its good and emotionally gripping. I happen to think, that killing ones self is a way to run away from your problems instead of trying to find the strength to fix your problems... but i think your poem tells a good story on how hard it is to be in that place because i know of depression that deep as well. You describe it well. When the person in your poem gets strong enough to feel the warmth and reach out she will see its weakness only that keeps her from reaching