My Poems

I write poetry for a lot of different reasons. Mostly to let my feeling flow out, here’s a few I’ve written.

PITS
He’s different,
He’s spirit can’t be lifted,
His emotions shifted,
Being told which were right and which were not.
His mind dizzly fights the sadness that threatened to engulf him,
But misery was a hovering companion,
And they are so clueless,
They degrade him,
He fell into the pit that was and is depression,
He fell all the way down till he hit rock bottom,
But the people still didn’t understand,
They continued hurting him,
They made him feel unwanted and unloved,
So much that,
Even though he had hit rock bottom,
His body and mind wanted to burry himself 6 feet under the heavy, heavy rocks,
All he wanted was to be loved,
All he wanted was a friend,
He wondered why god had left him this way,
He tried to climb out,
But as soon as he got to the top,
He fell right back for again,
He was breaking more and more everytime he fell back down,
One day,
Someone threw a rope down and yelled for him to climb up it,
And he did,
When he finally got to the top,
Bruised and broken,
The boy who saved him,
Looked as hurt as he did,
Then he looked around and as he did,
He saw holes,
Pits like the one he just escaped,
And wondered how he didn’t see,
The pits that are depression.
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TRUE BEAUTY
Society sucks,
It expects girls to be skinny,
And guys to have a 6 pack and no fat,
It expects us to have flawless skin and perfect hair.
And no matter how skinny you get,
How flawless your skin is,
Or how much muscule you have,
It’s not enough for society.
Boys and girls cut there skin and pray that maybe if they do it one more time they’ll be perfect,
Hoping someone will love them,
“One more time” they tell themselves,
Of course,
That’s a lie.
And they’re put in hospitals,
They’re labeled crazy,
But they aren’t.
They are trying to be societies twisted perfect.
But your beautiful,
You are valid,
You matter,
Your important,
Your worth it.
And no matter who says your not or hope society puts you down,
No matter what scars you have it what your weight is,
Everyone is beautiful in there own way.
And when you believe that,
No one,
No one can take that from you.
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HERE’S TO THE KIDS
Here’s to the kids who’s parents broke their hearts before anyone else ever possibly could.
To the boys that get called girls and wimps,
To the girls who get called fat and unworthy,
To the kids who get hit if they forget to change the laundry,
To the kids who cry themselves to sleep telling themselves that they’re unlovable,
To the kids who hurt themselves and tell themselves they deserve it,
To the kids who think it will never get better,
To the kids who feel so much pain that they don’t even want to breathe anymore,
To the kids who make themselves stop breathing,
Here’s to the kids.
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I know these suck but I kinda wanted to share them because I don’t do it often