For your poems.
Fall. Get up.
Run. They are –
Everywhere. No Escape.
And when i fall to my
Knees will
Someone come rescue me?
Category:
Poetry & Art
Why can’t i control the anger? I feel it puts all those i love in danger
Why can’t i control the fear? Can’t let it out when anyone is near
Why can’t i control the hurt? Everything important cast to the dirt
Why can’t i find the hope? Surley all the answers aren’t in rope
I can’t even control the tears, building up a flood all these years
I wish i could control the pain so bad it leaves me hopig to be slain
What do they see in me?
What is it that i can’t see?
Please Dear God,
Take me away from here. I’ll do it myself if you’ll take my fear.
I’ll take the knife so sharply, so swift, the instant release will be like a gift.
Jumping is not the answer : I would fear the fall. Pleasae Lord, Send an Angel, for Death has come to call.
I can’t wait much longer trapped here like a mouse, i feel like a prisioner within my own house.
Thank You, Dear Lord, for allowing me this escape, thank you thank you Lord, to meet you i can’t wait.
To embrace me in your gentle hug, to finally feel the warmth of love.
So Dear Lord, Please […]
I thought that if i gave you the key, it would keep you from breaking down the door to my heart. I guess i was wrong. Very wrong. You didn’t just stop with the door either. You pushed and pushed until the frame cracked and the whole thing fell to pieces. I can’t tape it together this time. Too many pieces are missing. Now i have a crumbled mess sitting where my heart used to be. Tape no longer sticks, glue no longer holds, string no longer ties. This time it’s unfixable : broken for good. Everyone says you can’t die from a broken heart […]
Who says you can’t die from a broken heart?
I say, to examine that, let’s start
My eart has been broken from the beginning
This is a race i don’t want to be winning
The more my heart breaks, the deader i feel
Oh if only if only this wasn’t for real
The number of deaths from a broken herat?
In a little while, me, #1, to start
What
Happened?
All i did was cry!
Thanks to that, i’m grounded.
They said “Because you embarrass us”
Have they stopped to think,
Everything i do
Fucking annoys them!
Under their watch, how
Childish everything seems.
Kiss my ass.
?
What happens to a teenage girl when no one seems to care?
What happens to a teenage girl when the will to fight is no longer there?
What happens to a teenage girl when she can’t take all the stress?
What happens to a teenage girl when she falls apart like a poorly sewn dress?
What happens to a teenage girl when she has lost the love of her life?
What happens to a teenage girl when she hears the funeral fife?
What happens to a teenage girl whose friends have gone before?
What happens to a teenage girl who can’t see a point to living anymore?
What happened to the teenage girl […]
Fuck it all.
I
Give all i
Have to stop it.
Thanks to my efforts, It’s worse.
I know it is
Never
Going to end…
It’s hard to be the one who never cries
The one with a twinkle always in her eyes
What no one knows is school is an escape
A place away from home, the yelling, the hate
But not only do i have another side too
It’d the side that cries, unknown to you
With my personality you’d think life was great
But arriving home is like arriving at Hell’s Gate
The point of this poem is what they don’t see
What they don’t see : The other side of me
No one sees what goes on inside my little world
No one looks haard enough to see a small and frightened little girl
They don’t want to know they don’t want to care
No one leans down to bruch back my hair
If i fall they just walk by, no one ever sees me cry
In my own little world small and alone a scared little girl out on her own
When it is dark out, no longer light
She will move quickly through the night
Silently, swiftly taking her own life
In a darkness so deep she can’t see the knife
In the moments beofre, recalling memories of crud
She silently cries teardrops of blood
And when she has finally taken her last breath
Her soul will be silently, peacefully at rest
Happy days have gone away, happy days i wish they’d stay.
Now the days are dark and dreary, everyone is feeling weary.
Sadness comes and settles in, There my dreams go in the wind.
I wish i didn’t have to force a smile, won’t you come and sit a while?
I’ll tell you ’bout the good ‘ol days, the happy ones- they’ve gone away.
According to my great grandmother i am an Old Soul. My spirit has been here a long time. I have a very strong connection to the spirit world. I see things that no one would ever want to see. Knock it if you want, everyone else thinks i am crazyu anyways. I can see spirits, and not only people i know. I have seen ghostly deaths countless times, i have seen the wraths tear people in half. No one ele can see them, no one i know. I can’t sleep, i haven’t slept for three days now. This will continue until i pass out and […]
There is a smile on my face but it is so fake.
There is laughter in my voice It is forced, i must not cry.
There is a hop in my step put there when i remember.
I wear this costume everyday, i feel so stupid.
But only i know how i feel be cause no one else can be allowed to be hurt or troubled with my issues. I am a healer. If the healer gets sick people will die. So i soak up the poison and drink the antidote. But i wish there was no antidote…
Why is this happening to me?
What did i do?
How does it work?
Who’s blaming who?
Where did i go wrong?
Where can i go?
Questions whose answers, i’ll never know
Why don’t they care? Why can’t they see?
For once it’s not about them, for once it’s for me.
I told them my problems, i told them flat out.
they told me i needed to get out of the house.
They think i’m crazy, they think i’m nuts.
They are forcing me to see a Psychiatrist.
As she sat there crying
Her soul inside was slowly dying
As she sat there weeping
The time went by, silently creeping
As she sat there gasping without a sound
She slid down slowly, in her own blood, the poor girl drowned
As she sat there quietly crying herself to sleep
Her cat crept silently, the only one to see her weep.
He was the only one to see as she pulled out the sharp silver blade.
He was the only one to see as her life slowly bled away.
Dying. Is that the only escape?
Dying. What else can i do to get away?
Dying. Why do i no longer have faith?
Dying. Is beginning to sound like a good place.
Dying. When i do where will i go?
Dying. If i can come back, ill let you know, tomorrow.
I hope you cry, i hope you weep, i hope me dying gives you the creeps.
Pray for my soul cause your will be next, the cause for the suicide, the cause for my death.
I never loved, i never lost, but because of you life has too high a cost.
I’d rather die, i’d rather slave, away in Hell than see you at my grave.
Don’t come to the service, don’t come to the church, I hope this hits hard, I hope it really hurts.