Poems from Paigers102
I am sixteen years old and a lot of my pieces are rather dark because I find it hard to write about happier things with the things that surround my mind and heart.
I don't want to be that girl
the one in the way
or the one who cries from the pain.
The girl that they look at and see needy.
I'm not that...
They call me a slut
Tell me I’m a bitch
That I’m fat
And that I’m ugly.
Yet they don’t know that when I go home
I hear it all again.
The...
I’ve begun to pick up the broken pieces
of my heart.
It’s a slow process but
it gets easier every day.
Every tear that doesn’t fall
every...
The bright, yellow paint is chipping.
The ivy vines are climbing the walls.
The war had started and it was abandoned.
A once beautiful...
"I'm just tired..."
Excuse one for the silence that ensues.
She listens as he tells her he refuses to hurt her
...even though she aches as...