Thoughts from the floor

I've been hurt too many times before
Too many times I've picked myself up off the floor
My ego battered and bruised by your words
Your treatment left me blurred

How can I find the strength to carry on
When I'm lost, empty and alone
From the moment you walked out the door
I can no longer pick myself up from this floor

Is this who I am now?
Emotionally dead?
I cried so much there are no more tears left

No longer will anyone feel my love or hear me roar
I just lay here
On the floor

Poetry by DeeDee
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Written on 2017-09-01 at 10:44

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
So much sadness to the point of unfeeling. Well expressed.

Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
Your sadness is deeply expressed. It is with these words that you regain your power. They are your energy. Feed yourself by feeding the words to the paper.
Very moving!

My darling girl!
We have all been there!
I once had a nervous breakdown because of how I'd been treated and it took years to sort myself out.
But I did and you can too.
You are a brilliant young writer ... Make that your strength! Xox

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
So well expressed. I sincerely hope it's a very good poet's observation and skill and not reality that forms your theme