saika_poem

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  • saika_poem 5w

    Between seasons

    All I can do now is to wait for the right moment.
    The hot summer is over and autumn will soon be here.
    I had a pretty hard time until the seasons changed.
    I don't know why I'm in so much pain,
    there's so much noise in my chest.
    When autumn comes, and the smell of the wind is tinged with art.
    I wonder what I will be thinking.
    ©saika_poem

  • saika_poem 11w

    LID

    I don't want to be disappointed
    because I can't say what I want to say or tell you what I want to tell you
    That time and those days
    I was in so much pain
    I have to accept that, but it's hard

    ©saika_poem

  • saika_poem 15w

    Reasons to smile

    For a long time, someone has asked me,
    "Why are you smiling when you should be sad?” My answer was always, "Because I'm in trouble”
    My detailed feeling is that I don't understand emotions. Perhaps it was just a defensive reaction on my part, thinking that
    if I smiled, the adults around me wouldn't have trouble dealing with me and wouldn't try to look deep into my heart.

    ©saika_poem

  • saika_poem 17w

    Kitchen

    I sat down on the cold kitchen floor
    and cried.
    Do you remember that morning?
    I was so devastated that
    I couldn't even eat breakfast that day.
    I couldn't tell anyone,
    but I wanted to tell you.
    I just couldn't get the words out.
    Would I've been able to smile if I had contacted you at that moment,
    when you popped into my head?
    ©saika_poem

  • saika_poem 17w

    Damage

    Suddenly, I feel like hurting myself.
    I don't wanna punish myself any more than
    I already have.
    Why am I so sad?
    Will screaming not make the
    sadness go away?
    Please tell me,
    YOU ARE NOT ALONE.

    ©saika_poem

  • saika_poem 17w

    The color of my tears

    When I first met you.
    The first time I met you,
    the color I felt you was black.
    That's because I didn't know
    anything about you.
    I remember well the smell of
    rain at that time.
    The last time we met,
    the color I felt you was red.
    Now that I am your age,
    I understand more.
    This is how I grew up.
    ©saika_poem

  • saika_poem 17w

    Love is...?

    I've always thought that being
    an introvert was a bad thing.
    And in the past,I've had it pointed out to
    me too often in my daily life,
    but someone told me,
    "It means you have a lot of power inside. I think there are people who want to get to know you.”
    I realized that this was also my charm.

    The reason why I started expressing my feelings through writing and poetry was
    because when I was twenty years old,
    I confessed my feelings to a woman I liked at the time and was rejected.
    It was also my unrequited love though.
    The pain of love.
    For example, it's a sudden drop in emotions. Intense jealousy can sometimes be a driving force.

  • saika_poem 18w

    Brave

    The wall that stands in front of me.
    It is high and heavy.
    I'll be gone in an instant
    by someone's words.
    I can't give up yet, I can't.
    It's too early to give up.
    ©saika_poem

  • saika_poem 18w

    Stay with me

    Who decides what the
    standard of kindness is?
    What is the right thing to do?
    I can't take care of myself,
    if l'm constantly denied by others.
    I can't wait to get rid of my past trauma.
    I don't want to go through anything painful.
    I want to get rid of all the
    unpleasant parts of myself.

    ©saika_poem

  • saika_poem 19w

    I am scared

    I don't want to be dependent on anyone.
    I don't want to hurt the people I care about because of my own whims.
    I'm still naive.

    The more I clarify my intentions the more
    I see parts of myself that I didn't see before, and the more scared I become.

    I don't even know if what
    I'm doing now is right.
    I don't even know how to treat people.
    I am afraid of being denied and being angry.
    I am also afraid to trust people.


    I wonder if I can forgive myself
    if I take a little more time.
    I don't know what the hell is pressuring me?
    What am I scared of?

    ©saika_poem