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I write poems to deal with my feelings and here are a few of my favorites and some of my saddest. VOTE FOR YOUR FAVORITE AT THE BOTTOM =)
POEMS 1-4
~MY ILLUSION~ (POEM #1)
I thought I had gotten better,
but i guess i just got worse,
i thought no more pain was left,
i guess that was a curse,
depression is still ahold of me,
i hope it will soon let go,
im tired of the pain i feel,
i wish my feelings were known,
the first time i talked about,
hating my life as a whole,
it was in 5th grade,
and it was eating at my soul,
the first time i cut my wrist,
i was only thirteen,
feeling hate over power me,
yet now im only fifteen,
i cut again last night,
deeper than before,
hiding in my room,
crying behind my door,
the blood dripping down my arm,
the scars that are being made,
all the people that hurt me,
they will finally paid,
when im dead and gone,
will they cry and feel sad,
or will they walk away,
with the hate they have always had.
~SECRETS~ (POEM #2)
Words spoken softly,
The secrets they unvail,
Can you even hear me?
Promise you will not tell,
The secret that i tell will you,
I hope you will not fail,
I really need to tell you this,
Promise you will not tell,
I have a secret story,
My own special tale,
Just listin to me please,
And promise not to tell!
~ADDICTIONS~ (POEM #3)
The silent voice that urges me,
to do all the things wrong,
soon they become addictions,
just like your favorite song,
the addictions range from simple things,
to things that are so much worse,
from drugs and stealing to self mutilation,
it easily feels like a curse,
The habits are hard to break,
you need to find some help,
because the addictions eat at you,
eventually there is nothing left,
I understand addictions,
I have some of my own,
not drugs or alcohol, just other things,
that wish to be left alone,
so don't go and pry,
into my addictive self,
just try to help yourself,
before there is nothing left!
~Invisible Tears~ (POEM #4)
Im sitting in my room now,
thinking of all the years,
thinking of my past,
and crying invisible tears,
the tears cannot be seen,
by my family or my friends,
because i hide behind other emotions,
but the wall of protection never ends,
Tears drop down my cheeks,
as i think of all my fears,
im slowly melting away,
as i cry invisible tears.
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poems 5-8
~ALONE~ (POEM #5)
I am sitting in my room now,
tears streaming down my face,
i think of my life,
i am such a disgrace,
ive always wanted a talent,
something i am good at,
maybe if i was prettier,
maybe if i wasnt fat,
ok, so maybe i am a perfectionist,
but is it so very wrong,
to want to have a talent,
or to be able to sing a song,
15 years of looking,
and yet no talent found,
i have nothing to set me apart,
trust me i get around,
so dont tell me i have talent,
i hate being told a lie,
so why dont you leave me alone,
and give me time to cry.
~Midevil Wounds~ (POEM # 6)
A thick, scalet fluid,
flowing silently down my arm,
not knowing that metal sword,
would do me any harm,
i grasped ahold of my wound,
trying to stop the pain,
the king will not be happy,
now it starts to rain,
the rain mixing with my tears,
a never ending flow,
i cannot believe i survived so long,
but will die from this very blow,
im starting to get dizzy,
my life draining from me,
the darkness taking over,
help, i cannot see!
i try to call for help,
but i know no one will hear,
i still cannot believe,
that i am dying here,
i am falling to the ground,
i breath my last breath of air,
i wonder if they will find me,
lying on the ground there,
one too many battles,
and i knew one day ide lose,
but why was it today,
that i had to lose?
~NOT WORTH IT~ (POEM #7)
There is a boy that i do like,
and i do not know why,
he is different from everyone,
and he is a little shy,
we used to be real good friends,
hanging out all the time,
but now something caused him to not talk to me,
is that such a crime?
what did i do wrong to him,
i know it is always me,
maybe it's because i'm not popular,
oh, i wish i did see,
the curly haired boy,
that i looked at from a far,
i remember playing games with him,
in the nightime under the stars,
i want to cry for our friendship,
that is broken now,
if i only knew why,
if i only knew how,
the curly haired boy,
that ive know for 11 years,
is now ignoring me,
but he is not worth my tears!
~CONFUSED~ (POEM #8)
I live my life in confusion,
not knowing whats going on,
not even seeing or knowing,
that soon my life was gone,
It slipped away so suddenly,
so quickly and so meek,
and now that is why its a knife,
that my wrist and i do seek,
cutting to the left,
and slicing to the right,
would anyone care,
if i would die tonight?
I finally see blood,
running down my arm,
i didnt know that the knife,
would do me that much harm,
i cannot stop from doing this,
dont you even see,
it is a very bad addiction,
and it has captured me!
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