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Hey, I gotta deal with trauma before it deals with me  I think about you often but not all the time  What are you like when emotions arise? And how do you look like when you rise? 
Wake up in the nighttime, I see the stars. Twinkle Twinkle little star, now i know just where you are. This feeling's overwelming, I hope I'm just pretending. This feeling in my heart, it just keeps extending.
Have you ever wondered  Where all that it's rained? All at the same time And how many people that's pained? Flood gates open Right over the heads
Today was like every other day It was so terribly long   and so terribly dreary   I fear these feelings will never end I’ll always feel so dark   feel so hopeless  
It’s when you sit down and your ass already hurts. The lamp shade remains crooked, but you put it off Until tomorrow and you start falling into that place; The place without walls, but filled with floaty feelings,
You walk in, steaming water running down your sides,   Like a different world, you stand there just thinking,   It's been a rough day, one worth reflecting on,  
I run my hands down over my head Outlining the shape of my skull And wonder   This year runs, the next one sprints Summer birthdays start to lose meaning
I'm obsessed,Obsessed with death.  I love to picture my own end. Will it be by my own hands?An enemy's? Will I be a hero? Or will I grow old?   I'm obsessed,
It's late and I lie awake just thinking. Thinking about everything around me. Thinking about the choices I have made. Choices I'm more than just happy with.
Butterfly, small, frail Wings folded, paused in thought; Peace for a moment  
I forget them in the day time, all the little lights At me they wave and blink and do their damndest to get my attention, but I pay them no mind
I used to be deranged and I know this is strange,my life got rearranged,from the inside I got changed,suddenly sucess is in my range.<br></br>I'm 25 years old, yet I feel like an infantI'm known for metaphores, and this song will be no
The voice in my headIt keeps yelling for reliefFrom the pain I feel inside of meA thoughtThat remedy can be sought from anywhereAnd not found anywhereNo matter the effort given
There's nothing more I'd like to do, then snuggle in close and fall asleep with you..
[I] approach the tipping point  the straw that broke [my] back. at a loss for words expression has no expression, is not an expression anymore. the way [I] feel when all the words - all the thoughts
I start with one foot, keeping my eyes away from the punishing sun and the towering mountain.   I began scaling, feeling the burning of my muscles for every movement.
The voice of my voice The leader of all I do The right and wrong   You are the advisor The decider The leader   You've shaped my life Told me what to do And what not to do
The constant penetration of the  thought of my body carressed  nude in the wet sand,  quivering beneath the yellow rose bandana has me asking why I'm here.   Perpetual flicking of my wrists
I walk on a thin line. The one that leads to nothing. On either side, a place I am scared to be. I walk in hope of something to revive me.
Free your mind, free your mind What does it mean, really, to "free your mind? Is it to have a brain with no thought? Like weight with no size?
A sea of thoughts Keeping me awake, Millions swimming around me, Yet you're the most prominent one, The one demanding my attention the most. What is it about you? Is it your compelling eyes,
There was an unknowing poet once Never had he tried to express himself. However once he had, it came in abundance. While enjoyed, lifestyle it did not engulf.   The silent and hidden poet can forget or ease
A thought comes to me And I can't help but write it down Lest it troubles my mind Keeps it confined To repetitive, uninterrupted, cycles All in the hope of preserving thoughts
I know you don’t understand this, but my heart thinks about you literally every second when I’m not talking with you.  
When I was a child I wanted to be so famous that I would be able to touch the star. Trust me if I could meet him again I would ask what makes him dream so far?
When we kissed I felt it threw out my whole body, not gonna lie I’m as scared as I can be.  How did this happen, I planned to do this carefully.  For it to be a simple fling, and look what’s happening to me. 
Don't you find it beautiful, How the moon allows the sun to shine, On her precious earth. She loves the earth so much that She allows someone else make it look beautiful.
I don’t have any time to be complaining. Time is running out, it is slipping through me like silk slips through one’s fingertips. I don’t have time to be unhappy and disrespectful and unworthy. I don’t have time to be unworthy.
Bright Sunny Clean Runny It can be blinding, or it can be mellow. The sun’s blissful, golden, daisy flower yellow.  
My mind is afloat with many ideas, Thoughts are ignited inside the eye of things which cannot be erased. Can this path of life lead to the place that I can call home,
I'm always sorry. I look at boys sometimes and think, "Damn, I bet he's never been in love." I always think I can fix things, especially, it seems, when they're not broken.
I'm trying to write down these thoughts but the pencils break and all i'm looking at is a blank page My mind screams at me to listen  Everyone else tells me to forget Then the man beckons me closer
My thoughts are unique I am the one in control Yet they are not safe
I think maybe I am in love With The Smiths. I think maybe that’s a bit of a Problem.   You see, I think too much.
This boy is one for the history books  
Who knew the sins of the past, would resurface in the future? Might I ask, What would you do if you made
You don't really know What words are worth Until you live them out The words at first seem fleeting Until you take them seriously until that promise keeps echoing in your head and you wonder
She closes her eyes, takes in a deep breath. She’s thinking of all the excuses she’ll have to make. And all the reassuring comments.   “There’s just something in my eye.” “Yes, I’m sure I’m okay.”
Look here, Look there, Look everywhere I can't stop thinking of what I do Everytime, I overthink It's not easy to over protect to over analyze to over guess I'm tired of being afraid
FLORIDA, COCA-COLA, A TYPEWRITER   I moved to Florida because I wanted to write a book.   I moved to Florida because I wanted to drink Coca-Cola on the beach and write a good book.  
I never understood the love in your eyes, the way your you held me in your arms, or the sweet whispers  of your love for me. I just couldn't grasp it, even if it was placed
Being alone can be a pain Have to find a way to stay sane To grasp that inner kid sensation You have to have a powerful imagination
Empty thoughts have no sense of fulfillment My aspirations, desires, and concerns Fill in the empty spaces that cause me To provoke, ponder, and practice Every aspect of life Every aspect of humanity
Myself, Me, and Iall bottled up insideThe thoughts that I thinkthe questions that I askthe search for morefor better, not to quitIt's not enoughWhat I knowI must know more
Where will we be when the future arrives? Will we be nothing but dust, Filling the ground with nothing but cobwebs and our sadness? Or will we be memories,
It always begins the same. You slide behind a cold cold wheel. The solid black night stretches on forever. You slip trance like as the lights fly by. Each one a life with choices and consequences. 
My mind is such a mess. I wish I could explain. Am I happy or am I upset? It's hard to tell with such pain. Should I even care? Because at times things aren't fair. I could feel the change.
Our sweet generation lost in space Fuck you to the moon Pissing out of widows and raping the world in a single glance   Can you imagine all puckered lips and spit flying
I stumbled upon a chapel last night Inside was a man with a mirrored face gesturing for me to enter He does not speak but continues to motion and reflect my demeanour  
I will continue to write Until the day that I fall Fall into the ground Or let my thoughts overrun me. The day will eventually come When I can't get them out quick enough My mind runs out of space 
Ink runs across a
Yeah it cant done or undone.. Its taking me to the way its cant be hidden..
I see a lot of women do this:   They make their way down A flight of stairs,
I knew a boy
Where are they going?
We can only climb as high, As low as we can sink. I love how you keep my head in the sky, And never put a reign on the power of think. I grew roots into soil I never wanted;
Gloom in Bloom Gloom in Bloom In happiness and tomb With treasure and help With hurt and yelp. With fun and sun With God and non Alone, in quiet My heart is ariot. Feelings are swelling
Dumb luck, Dumb hope. I'm a sitting duck, A hurt antelope   When I first saw you you were a crush In a minute I hoped In an hour I wished In the night I dreamed
I think But nothing happens I tell myself to think But nothing happens I look around At the voiceless sound I try to think But I can not We can't think I can't think
I think I'm insane when I hear the whispering of hushed voices behind walls that aren't there when i look down at my skin and pick at every tear   I think I'm inSANE
You're not like the others. You actually listen to me. From the minute I had met you, i'll admit, I was unsure where you would lead. Depression? Succession? How can this situation go?
My heart is breaking, my faith is shaking, too much is what all of this stress is taking. Can't calm down, can't look around, on the outside I smile. On the inside I frown... So tired of life,
I wish the world would go silent So I could listen to the drip,  drip, dripping Of the water leaking in from the cracks in the walls Filling up this tiny room. As the air escapes
As a boy I was always told to get a great career and always make sure that I am on the path towards success.  As a teen I was told to stay out the streets, keep my head in the books, and to do my best. 
We put coats on our souls Flashy pattern is shown off to the world When what we require Is the plainness on the inside We hide our  Simplicity And flaunt our complexity
These people be looking at me like I'm crazy Like the shit I been doing ain't the right shit maybe Maybe I'm loosing my mind I haven't been feeling right lately Like all these demons inside been tryna step out on me
People think they have me figured out That smiling, funny girl Described as me But that's the cover of I I hide more underneath my skin than the anatomy books say is there Tears saved till it's too much
A joking matter but you took it seriously You protected me as a knight to a princess But you are no knight and i am no princess Especially not yours So why protect me when you have left me before
How do you smile when all you want to do is cry? How do you explain your feelings when you can't explain? How do you laugh when its hurts to smile? How? Can you tell me?
How can you miss someone who was never physically there Never felt their touched or the texture of their hair Never held their hand or kissed their lips Yet they seem to be the only person you miss
I have no more strength. I must say, it's all gone.
Pressing further down the road. Pressing harder on the petal. Racing my way- To the thought of you. At the end of this road, I see me coming home. Back to you. Gripping the steering wheel,
What was I doing? Before I was conscious? Before I was thinking?
If you love people you must be able to accept and tolerate a spectrum of personalities. Be prepared for the worst,... someone might actually tolerate you for an extended 
I have this consistent habit, This overwhelming- Not desire, But force that pushes- Not pulls. Dragging me into overthought. Overthinking is the death for me- The thing that will drag me down.
Choke Choking on bile Fresh from my soul My eyes collect The wretched substance I will fight Never let the monster out Please, Turn around Your innocence, It blinds me
Fighting fire with fire  Is not very wise  But when overcome with hatred Sadness and Demise Eyes get set on erasing  Ultimately defacing  A person to a thing Losing its self as a being
Thinking Thinking Always thinking The thoughts I sometimes don't even understand They change the way that you are to fix your ideas into neat little boxes For control For they
Who am I? That's a loaded question. We are all dense individuals, filled like an overflowing dam with ideas, experiences and contexts.
Going, going-Stop. Going- Stop- Going. Thoughts, thinking, going, going-
Once upon a time, A day went by. Then another, And another. So many words. So many seconds, Thoughts, Actions. I wondered why I've wasted so much On things And people
Pain pain pain pain
I think the saddest word is maybe Maybe I did It Maybe it was not me Maybe I will never admit   If I may be a good girl  Maybe I should wait
I have trouble keeping my imaginary body together, Free from the safe house of epidermal covering and rippling plasma I used to be enamored, in love with the entity that led me to my self-destruction
Thinking, thinking, what am I thinking?I can feel my eyelids close as I continue blinking.  
BEAUTIFUL Life is a BEAUTIFUL place So BEAUTIFUL that it shouldn’t be taken away
Boy, Why do you keep on askin If I'm takin? If someone's catchin My attention? You should be thinkin That me and you aren't goin To be somethin.
Time. People. Dreams.   Times change
Sometimes I live and sometimes I die Sometimes I look in the mirror and ask why I never understood why the reflection stayed
There are times I scream out to the stars, Thinking of you and all these times, so hard.
Your writhen thoughts had unexplainable august about them, I wonder from what this could stem? They have remarkable semblance to knotted fingers, The way each twines into my mind and lingers, Drawing me in,
" i just don't have the proper training to deal with your...condition...i hope you understand." i nod, because yes, i do understand. i understand that when you look at the scars on my thigh and ankle, you get chills
Eek
You tell me I'm unique and they say I'm a freak. Excuse me, sir; but who gave any of you permission to speak?
 You would think someone with a disease would have problems in school such as socializing or generally fitting in. Growing up down south and moving to New York city was a huge change for me.
Mr. Clock, why are you so mean? Every time I'm havin fun time flees, Yet every time I am unhappy you won't leave. Mr. Clock, your hands are evil, They control me in every way.
     I woke up on a dirty mattress on the floor of a friends house. It's my 16th birthday. A huge milestone in a young persons life.
The first day of middle school, dread and fear. This is what started my eighth grade year.   I knew no one, not one single friend
Ripped but not running
The worlds a stage and we are just mere actors, But the stage is too large, the lights to bright The audience won’t like us if we aren't just right Just the right amount of funny, pretty, smart, kind We panic under the pressure but it’s all just
Through the crack in the wall, a streak of light spills on the ground.
You see that person sitting alone? That person hiding pain behind a smile? Had you even looked into their file Would you not have seen the suffering? Would you not understand?   You see that person?
you got that summer time sadness
I turn the corner lose control
I sit quietly ignoring the pain, but she whispers to me. I try to eat, but she whispers to me. I try to laugh and almost succeed, but she whispers to me.    What is she whispering?   Hate. Slander. Lies.  
Poetry is the vein etched from my brain and flowing ideas into my hand With my creation wielded before me
Violence, much happens to people who keep silence  Oppression led the oppress to depression One gun can kill many sons  Teenage girls are confused, all bruised 
Now before you decrease judgment, Heres some words yo
I have been gone too long, living in the past.   Trapped by all the mistakes, I have ever made.   Remembering everytime, I let someone down.   But it is time to move on,
Look at the world with hopeful eyes, Never let them see you down, put that razor away, put that lighter away Don't hurt yourself anymore, please, don't frown.   I wish your depression would you see yourself
Every night... Senses show smite; Cut Clean Clever Closure. I dare you to drive down dusk demise... yet nobody knows the prize! A mite mind might miss minutes... before realizing its coexistence.
I have an associates degree at eighteen but I haven't made it , to everybody else my goals are just... dreams just because i have a limp, i have no potencial it... seems  on top of that im Mexican with a love for hip hop,
NKC
When I hike, I am in sync. And when I'm in sync, I clearly think. My poles hit the rocks sounding out a clink, The repititious noise setting rhythm to the thoughts I think. When I clearly think,
What’s in the glass? Is the glass half empty or half full? Pessimism versus Optimism Both have their pros and cons
Not a day goes by,  where I can't hear the voice...
A person, full of pain and sorrow, a heart that is parted in the middle, held together with one thread of hope and faith…
It's IIt's like you lit my soul on fire
All the things I love about you.I love it when you open your eyes in the morning, and sometimes you look a little disgruntled.
Dear Person Who Deserves to Die a Fiery Death While Simultaneously Being Eating By a Shark,
Please don't say I'm perfect because you'll soon find out I'm not,  I have some imperfections, to be honest quite a lot,  I don't want to disappoint you, because on your pedestal I can't stay, 
You plan a future, though it's not promised to come. You plant seeds in your yard, but for weeks, the sun hasn't shun.  You know what you like, and know what you do, They're never the same, it's even obvious to you. 
A boy I see with the eye.
Write all my wrongs. I hit my highs and I'm gone. You make it easy to stay, Grounded, and well rounded. I wish I recognized the difference Between how it felt and how it sounded.
Tick, tock, Trillions of thoughts race through in an instant.
"Hello," you say, "Goodmorning. How've you been?" All I see is heaven Lights and glory all in one.   It's how you carry yourself, Carry yourself away from me
Simplicity isn't always a bad thingIn the autumn I like to jump in leavesRun in the rain in the springIn the summer I can make sunteaFuck winterThe stars are what keeps me grounded
No matter how much you hate, you have to love.  No matter how much you lie, you have to tell the truth.  dealing with reality, 
Most times my thoughts are simple A small idea They seem doable But out of no where they grow rampant Like a cells undergoing mitosis at a dangerous rate Then doubt starts overtaking.
You say this pain is my fault   that i put this gapeing hole in my chest  when all i tryed to do was set you free  from your monster inside  i put myself in harms way over and over again  i tryed to help 
im falling in this hole. a place of no return. where no emotion shows, we are forced to burn. incinerate ourselves so that the pain subside.
-Dreamers are dreamers, we all dream of something  -Some dreamers are "fake-believers", and those become "unachievers" -To find what drives you, and imbrace it, is actually living the "dream"
I reach into the shadows and my hand touches your face, Every single line of yours my fingers pretend to trace, I wonder - could this torture last forever? My love, I'm seeking you in shadows,
Loneliness is like an abyss A world filled with endless darkness A place where light is consumed   The heart trembles because darkness laughs It shivers because the shadows devours the soul
I've seen you and yet I haven't
  No matter  I hate you 
There is no way a mom can say "that child is not mine" But for me things were different
Bridges are such high places,
Why Can't You Sleep? Why can’t I sleep? WHY can’t I sleep?!   Let’s see how well you sleep with a gun pointed at your head.
it's early.  my phone buzzes numbers at me and my mouth says, "get up get up get up," while my mind says stay here stay here stay here.
My mind constantly clouded by her thoughts of despair.
"Next Time."
The smoke creeps perfect ‘neath and ‘round each hearse, as liquid darkness consumes the light over all the Earth. Bodies lay everywhere dead lifeless to noise and sound, to
"Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me" why does she starve herself? you're fat those are just words why does she hate what she sees in the mirror? you're ugly 
Tick, tick, tick, Tock, tock, tock, the way in which my brain, gives way to thought, thought, thought.   One notion to another, associations then connect, it brings about my fears,
When I write poetry I don't just write I don't think and consider, Weigh the meanings of my words And maybe that's wrong, but I don't think so   I feel this urge to find some paper,
beautiful blue eyes
Stars Sparkle in the midnight sky Crickets chirp, Frogs croak, and Fireflies dance flashing their light upon the wall The light so bright like at a movie premier
Sliding a blade across her skin to quite the voices
The sky Drowns the world In silent sorrows Of its own.   Oversized droplets  Create a harmony Of misunderstood Memories.   Like the raindrops
All my Life I been going through the same thing At times want to give up  Because of all this pain Trying to prove people wrong  They say I wont change  Well why judge me when they are doing the same thing
Whenever I dream, I create some crazy things. The light bulb lights up.
I think with emotion, I feel with my mind, I Laugh with my anger, I fear for mankind, We demolished the villages, "helping them out", We gave them diseases, I want to shout!
There's a crime that's stuck inside my mind A life built on this crooked line I'm lost in these innocent times My cries are unheard My destination is absurd So many crowding around my room
Did you ever love me, like I loved your hands? On my throat as you choked me with your lips, on hers. Did you ever want me, like I wanted your attention? Out of the corner of your eye, when she spoke.
When someone says, "tell me about yourself", they actually mean, "tell me your name and something that makes you important".
Year by year...
When life throws shit at you You can’t stop and feel blue Keep your head up and just push through
If I were to say,
in your mind you stand alone with the white walls and floor that never seem to end. step. nothing. step. nothing. step. something. stop. the floor rumbles as it spreads
Dark shadows underneath those frosty blue eyes, smudged with jet black mascara from a long, hollow night. The wind blows relentlessly, the world is still asleep as you trudge the streets that
The brush of ice cold fingertips leaves a red hot trail,
Whats the point of faking a smile? when in all reality your miserable inside people call you selfish for wanting to die but your whole life you've faked the smile so they don't feel guilt
Explain wh
Stumbling, falling, staggering, bawling No one cares (Or so I think)
Some need to change how they fulfill their life. Live life. Love it. Do not waste it. I wish they would understand life is a river that will meet waterfalls sometimes.
Don't leave "I love you" She repeated Look at how bright the stars shine for you Its beautiful isn't it It must be nice to be the new girl kissing you Im forced to say the truth im not over you
The ocean level rises
After everything, you were ignoredLike me before, lonely and boredI chose to take a standGave to you my hand
When I was eight years old they told me to stop At eight years old my academic license expired I was destined to be average All because little girls and little boys ridiculed my intelligence
Tonight I have never seen the stars so bright So vast, so full of light I lie on my back, a frail, pale hand reaching toward the heavens Counting the stars, numbering in sevens.
So you pick on me? Why? Do you really hate me like you said? Or is that a lie. Like the lies you tell to everyone else saying I did something Like I am your enemy Well your mine Your my enemy
Scars do not mean that the pain is over Healing deprives me of strength Ubiquitous flashbacks of the good times  Mingling with frustration, despair and longing I’ve been trying to retaliate
Sometimes I feel loneliness in my soul, loneliness that even with people around me it can’t be removed A loneliness that I have since December Not even with the funniest joke will this great solitude purge.
I feel useless I feel unloved I feel like no one contacts me unless they need something I know it's true because when I need someone, No one replies But the second they need me I am there
Today is today, I mean that's what everyone says. But today is the day that I hide , in the shadows, faces of you are revealed in my sight. I'm afraid to ever walk in those steel doors, because with me you have no insight.
Not a Nobody   This story rings true To me and you A story of a kid Who thought he knew
She came early today She said she took the long way And had something to say   She told me some lies She told me some truth She told me she tries Sometimes what’s the use  
#1– O/S:     Your mismatched eyes are so beautiful.               – One of glowing umber, as bright as the fantasy of Neverland,
The wind beats me down
the ten year old boy sat still waiting for his mom to drive him to school his stomach felt ill the kids called him fool i look at him he looks at me i say keep your head up it'll get better
I can’t stop thinking about you. When I’m sober or when I’m drunk as all f*ck, you’re the only person that comes to mind. And I ask myself why?
All of a kids high school years, are spent in fear, fear that he'll get picked on because he's fat, walking down the hallways and hears them, pointing, laughing, all for a joke, he sits there and wishes he could choke, every single one of them.
I often regret the day we met
My depression feels like so many things all rolled up into one. At it's worst, it is overwhelming sadness and a certainty  that I am not good enough and that no one could ever really love me.
People do not think always when they speak Some words can change us and set us apart We have heard it before, fat, fool, fag, freak These words are like sharp daggers through the heart  
I can taste it no feel it the warm, crimson colored liquid as it seeped out of my flesh ahhh FRESH but as the darkness devours me all I can think of, see, is you.....
The world is too big for one man to do all the talking The world is too small for everyone to speak at once That’s why I’m speaking my mind now
She goes by no name. Nor has any friends. She sits alone watching everyone else smile and laugh.
Everywhere we look, people silently judge, that's what they always do, we think we look fine, we act polite, we dream big and cry inside, everyone is a judge, you just don't know , they could be your best friend, a parent, or just a mere acqainte
I know it won't be different
The words mental hospital
The words mental hospital
Have you ever told the voices inside your head to shut up?
For me, my drummer beats,       Da boom, da boom. He rarely misses a beat and keeps up with my tempo. When I'm running--       Dadub-dadub-dadub! Or when I meditate,       Daa boom. Daa boom.
It hurt when the one you love leave you. It hurt when no one cares about you.    
Why would you just stand and watch? What if it was your friend or family? Feeling emotionally lost. Feeling as if no one is there. Feeling embarassed.
What I Would Change By Adde Kramer   Sadness I have a happy voice that can be heard by fe ut e people that do hear i hop are happy too.  
You ask what I would change about things in my life, today. Why does the world listen to the media and accept what they say? Why doesn’t internal beauty matter to us more than external looks?
Ode
Stop wondrous things and look at this misfortune A soul has arrived due to physical exhaustion Just when the positive vibe arrives it leaves a sense of caution So listen to the spiritual uproar
ahe looked at her scars, her bracelets and then she told herself "ill never need them again" she picked up the razor and aimed at her wrist but something peculiar haooened; she missed.
He said that it was such a stupid thing to have that I must feel embarrassed  And I was embarrassed for the sheer innocence of it all I didn’t understand why he scorned upon it hated me for it
I know what its like, To not belong, To be called weird, Just for being me. I am alone, I know not what I did, I know not why, But I stand alone.
Some say you have to be cruel to be kindI say being cruel is just so you could say hurtful things to othersAnd not care what that person thinks.All my life I have been bullied and witnessed others being bullied
Diseases, diseasesKeep me with Jesus. My name's not punk,Nor am I junk.To give you a start,I have my own heart.
Guns blaring and people dying, murders live in lives of luxury Lairs and thieves boast about loot and adventures They use their talents; increase their wealth as they trample over others. No one can stop them for long.
Life isn't as easy as people make it look, next time your in class, think, you see that kid acting goofy? The one who sits there and does nothing all class, sits there on his ass and makes comments trying to get you to laugh?
Why must we try,  on something that'll never work? If just looking at me is painful, Why even try?   If there is no rhym nor reason, then what's the point?  what's there to say?  
I’m on the verge of setting free of all the pretty things left inside me does that scare you?
she lived through pitch blackness she held siccors to her stomach for hours on end she held bottles of bleach in her hands  her tears silently falling as she tried bringing it up to her lips
I draw the blade across my skin,Like a maestro con
Nonstop waste of breath Continuous packs of lies Searching for a fool
didn't make the teamlast one to be pickedkicked to the curbbefore the chance was givento be all you could bewith the support of a familynow your homeless
The depth of it all, the rise and the fall. Room 116A, just making sure I'm okay. Tomorrow isn't promised, yesterday wasn't either. Blood steaming like fire, it's like my heart has a fever. Yes, I'm a non believer but I did believe him.
I try but when I know I wasn't trying hard enough, I fell short of making it.I try but when I know I had more on my train of thoughts, I fell short of succeeding it.
Here I amHere I standAwaiting for some form of affectionHere I amHere I standWanting "a life where everything is good"Here I wasHere I stoodLooking at people of past
All the room is silent Sounds of pens clicking Teachers flipping through the pages of the same book Suddenly a girl walks in She seems different Smells different, too Boys snicker and tell her things
Bullying hurt.. No matter how old your are Step up and say something More than a 1,000 kids are bullyied It hurts... I know it does Make a change to your school and reach out to others
Why such hurtful words? Did you enjoy the first time you got a tooth pulled cause your cravings called for sweets? Did you find pleasure while falling from your bike, scraping a chunk of skin off your leg?
Day in and Day out
Drip drop, pitter patter
The hours she spends to be perfect, the hours tries to cover her flaws. She cannot see the beauty within, she only sees the ugly outside. If only she could leave the quarrel; just disappear into thin air.
'What is it? What is it that you see?' He asked I choked on silence Beneath my ribcage was a hollow tree
Don't quit, When the roads are hard, And darkness is around you, Don't ever quit. You're worth it, More than the pain, More than anything, You are worth more than giving in.
  ***This Poem was written to help others who have difficulty coping with depression and bullying who need help**    
I feel broken and understimated by the people that I deal with in my lifeI'm overcome by the thought that I will never sleep a whole night in my life
I'm constantly moving forward, but it's tearing me apart,  as if I'm stationary, waiting at a bus station in the dark, 
Depression Terrifying, weakening Ripping, tearing, killing, Done with life
When you look at me what do see?Do you see an original or do you see a copy? Do you see beauty or do you see ugliness? When you look at me what do you see? Do you see a rich person or do you see a poor person?
As the tears fall down my cheeks all I think of is you.
You let others break you And they watch you fall Do you even try to fight? To speak up at all?   Or have you been silenced? By the mocking And the pain   When they knock you down again
Sitting in this Room, Mouth clenched shout. My thoughts keep talking. I can taste the silence on the tip of my tongue. My thoughts keep screaming Replaying every, why did you do that?
You are beautiful, You are love, You are worhy   You are worhy of love that you cannot even begin to comprehend. This love is everlasting, unconditional, unfailing, never ending.
I sit here with this pen in my hand and this paper on my desk thinking what's to come next I don't know where I'm going or who's to come I listen to the words that I speak from my heart even when I don't know where to start I begin with then go t
It's amazing how you can fall for someone, who see's you as invisible, doesn't care is they break  you They ponder at you wondering who you are I wish they would know me just like I did for him.
​I feel the wheel of change upon my soul,like the teard
Now he's dead No one knows why He committed suicide On his first try No one knows the thoughts  that went through his mind They're afraid to delve deeper  For fear of what they might find
Never spare a passing glance, 
She stands, head hanging With an unbearable grin Happiness is dead
Stuck in the dark, so bland and dry.Tired of remarks, so full of lies.Shutting it out, yet in it seeps.Without a doubt, too many emotions to keep.
High on life, feel so joyous No more strife, lovely world so glorious Darkness descends, enveloping joy Unable to mend, this overlapping ploy
If words could be tasted Would idiot be sour? Would oppress be foul? Would morbid be bitter? Would smack be acidic?   Or would finesse be like honey?
  At first glance you may not see All the hurt and sorrow that’s me. I live in a word that resembles this
The pain you cause her, is it worth it? You don't know her, her life, her story or her thoughts.  Why is it so fun to cause her pain? What if she goes home and get the same tourment?
No matter how long it's been,
Walking down the hall, is like being on display. People point and laugh, every day. The fact and the matter is, is that this is not okay. I know that I can't be the only one who has anything to say.
Your words no longer faze me, they can’t hurt me. I cried at night you made me hate me. Your words cut, cut so deep I watched myself bleed. You with your pretty hair and your perfect skin how can I fight back.
A lot of people wonder why I’m so concerned on listening to people’s problems and respecting people.
Everyone's going to have a bad. Some people take it a little more seriously. There are people who need someone. They sit in their rooms and blame themselves For EVERYTHING.
And no matter what your scars represent. They aren't your entire story. Just an ugly chapter.  But your story goes on.  And it may have several ugly chapters.
I hear this talk causing this idea to stalk trying to figure out a way i can better someone's day i began to ponder long and hard but everything sounds like a hallmark card snap a glimmer of light
Good bye Try not to cry Long sigh Something shatters inside A new realization The cycle just completed a rotation No intentions Little predictions Sometimes it is a game
  Teasing  Teasing  Teasing
Why is it that every time I try to write its like my heart and mind are having a fight?
I embody the life of a young teen that’s struggling. Going through high school not knowing what’s coming in.
      
 I just want to writeI don't know what to writeI don't know how to inject my emotions through this penI don't know how to evoke the internal dried tearsI can't describe the left side of my heart which contains sadness
Black holes come from broken hearts... so much disparity in the world over loves now lost
Both Rest in the Center One You Stole the Other You Pomised  
why cant i see you? 
Dear Soceity,  You need to stop with these lessons, Where young girls are forced to see How imperfect their bodies can be. How sex is a tool for sucess,  How breasts are ment for something so much less.
My life, its not as bright as the sun nor the light, but it stands out at night, my arms, they arent what they used to be, pull up my sleeves and  you will see what I mean,
If I jumped they wouldn't miss m
Do not be fighterDo not be curse that person or animal outinstead be a peacemakerDo not steal a thing that you really wantDo not kill that person
emotions meet your demise for it is a poem that looks you in the eye happiness no longer causes madness insanity reality clarity personality no longer cookie cutter
  I just want to be a princess,  Told that I am pretty and loved.
People say life is short,And that "You Only Live Once"But life is the longest thing you'll ever do.Why should I keep going?Why should I keep breathing?I can't find the meaning.
We live in a world where double standards bloom around us Waiting for the picking  Like fresh lillies in the spring time. If you have acne, you're ugly If you don't, you're stuck up.  
Trapped in his own thoughts He’s all alone with nothing but a lone heart Trying to spark a flame so dark It can light up a room with demonic distraught demonstrating
One day she'd be happy And the feelings that once made her cry Would be filling the words with memories
Everyone wants everyone else to look at them;
It rises and falls only to rise again.   A circadian pattern, until one day it falls too hard.   Shattered and torn, It attempts to rise.  
Every abuse is not a physical pillUnless you’re unwise and unskilledThese tones stone the insidesOf happiness and eventually toss youTo shame and leave you fearing any game 
Kick me when I’m down And tell me I don’t matter I want to feel I belong That’s all I ever asked Now really can you blame me
For reasons unknown, she didn't feel happy.She'd spend days wondering why life was this crappy.Her friends would tell her that she was their light.But how could someone so sad, be so bright?
A tsunami sent by one line of text Adrenaline floods my veins- emotions are drowning, tumbling just trying to catch up with my brain My heart jumps, flips, flies out of my chest-
Fake the appitamy of all creation It comes in all shape and forms nothing, but it has a mere cover up It is the form of family, friends Basically human kind  
  Blessed are the forgetful Or so Nietzsche tells me But when have transitory monsters lost a childhood Or a father who stayed only in their mind’s eye Now faded away like the shore ravenously
It's a cold dark lonley night I'm looking outside my window. Everything is still. No sound, no movement, eveything is gray as thoughts run through my head. 
Where do I go from here? Do I go in a straight line
You may have had a rough life, present & future – but who are you to judge the future?
"I'm Fine."
The difference in me is great, the becoming of my life will bring me to my fate, the mysterious I have for myself brin
I’ve been given a gift, rather a blessing that takes you for who you are in all 
Why
As she walks through the halls the whispers get louder she's listening her tear drops glistening your telling her she's not good enough some say she's not hood enough she's debating
You came, you brought me joy, you brought me laughter, but most of all, you brought me love. And when you left, you took them all away.    I was a fool.   
My soul is like an empty sock Cold and pleading for a foot. But my soul is allergic to feet So it weeps at night for the homeless grass.   I also like to watch the moon smile at the stars.
As I was passing by I saw a girl with tears in her eyes And I couldn’t bear it   I asked her why she wanted to cry She said I have no more fight And many things aren’t going right
Move on 
Hands in the sky On my knees Nobody heard  My piercing scream   The broken remains Of the world around Shattered and fell With a deafening sound
I walk alone, my head hanging down;
Honorio Freeland Lost in the World Who am I? What makes me, me? Eighteen years young, With not plenty to show for it.
You Can Not See Who Are The Students That Suffer Please, Open Your Eyes
Things aren't always black and white,  There’s always a tint of grey. Someone's always watching.... judging, It happens every day.   Teachers never see it,
  Everyone seems to hit a point When everything starts going right,
In the shadows I sit Away from the crowd, A class full of voices My own starts to drown.   From class to class I rush and hide From room to room I stumble and cry,
I am the girl you laugh at every day I am the boy with scars on my arms I am the geek who hides behind books I am the jock who's scared of sexuality I am the cheerleader with the imperfect body
Never has a man cried so softly As the sound of a single tear hits his cheek
She let him walk away from his only escape  She gave him an F because he wouldn't follow her directions
Run baby run Don't ever look back. They'll tear you apart If you give them the chance
It's really a funny thing, people assume  those who are the sadest: never smile
If only they knew , if only i could say..i hate coming to school everyday. Not because of the lunch, or the switching my class rush.
I can't cry, Because that is admitting defeat, I can't cry, Because if I did you'd tear me down more. I can't smile, Because you know if I do it'll crack into a thousand pieces, I can't smile,
I am strong but §çàRëD.... I wonder when this place will feel like HØM₤......
 I am reaching out to youBut you cannot or will not hearCan’t you see that I am in need?You look without seeing my tears I am so lonesome. All by myself
there’s a sun and it’s melting
you will never know unless you are in that persons shoes
The sweet smells of the new air I breathe is simply unique.
I wasn’t happy with me, So I tried being a different me. I tried to be the me everyone else wanted to see
i know im not right for you but i wish i was. i try not to fall for you but i just cant. i keep holding these feelings in because its too soon. but if you give me a chace ill prove it to you. if i get hurt i can only blame me.
 It can come on slow and it can come on fast   Sometimes you’d never know it’s even happening Your palms start to sweat and your heart is about to burst
I read the posters I look at my shoes I look at the clock I doodle on my paper never once do I look at you Teacher...
There is an empty place in my chest, an empty spot where my thoughts use to flow and my memories use to play. The familiar rhythm that's kept me alive for so long is slowly coming to a halt.
Life: the inevitable, it can throw you to the ground, or it can bring you up, either way it treats you a certain way. I've always been the one to experience this,
Miss(ed) Teacher By: Arianna Peralta Teacher, teacher why are you late?
Its coarse taut roots embedded themselves within my chest, making it harder to finish my quest. Its icy cold petals blossomed within,
Heavy hangs the albatross Around my neck like pearls. Passed from an elder, To a little girl. Knowledge may be a gift,
My heart sings the words Of my soul It feels all my weeknesses It hears all my screams It tastes the chalking of my blood It smells the fear of my aching beat It sees the nightmares that I
I am from hearing babies cry changing numerous diapers a day, from an innocent kid and team work.
Used to be friends our first year Fast-forward, I’m standing here Halls are deserted, no one in sight Here you come from behind and body check me on the right   That’s how it started
Roses are red Violets are blue
Unknown boy Unknown life By me atleast.  I didn't know of your existance And I'm sure you don't know of mine But maybe you do Atleast now.    I've been thinking about you a lot
She may have finally done it She may have finally found her path   The sky blue comforter was appealing, But with deep thought, She found that its arms of cotton, Its pillows of visions of fantasy,
There's a saying. It's quite old. There's a saying. That's often told. "Sticks and stones may break your bones, but words with never hurt you" I don't believe that this is true.
The small boy
Do you still care Since I know you don't believe You could say "there's no angel Watching over me" But that's where you're wrong I know your faith may have died But I'm still your angel
You won't answer my calls
What is something you can't say to your teacher? Is it a thing or an action? A place or person? A problem or an obstacle? A struggle or problem? To tell you the truth we can tell all of this
Let her alone                                                                                You don't want to go in that zone She's a freak of nature
Paddling so hard from the water wall behind. Too slow and i fall. Then I tumble and I roll to submerge to the unknown.
And I still love you. My love, my love hurts though.
  She was a very young girl Life just started it would seem About fifteen years old Life being torn by the seams
You see the smile plastered on her lips, dripping a story with a twist. Lies escape with every phrase, across your ears. You believe it's the truth she's laid. She seems like the perfect student, perfect girl; every strand without a curl.
All alone and so very lost 
Grasping for air that my lungs desire  as i pull the tear drops back inside Camoflaging the dark clouds that hover above me When will you acknowledge the darkness  that surrounds my inner walls?
She stands speechless as the colors dribble down the wall
I’m walking a thin line, I’m running out of my lifeline. They’re letting go, they’re moving on How come I’m so far gone?   Why am I so worthless? My life so pointless?
I thought about it once or twice, maybe three or four. About suicide, and what it would be like, if I didn’t live anymore.   My world is dark and gray, filled with sorrow and lots of pain.  
Society has spoken, nobody cares. He cries all alone, for the truth he cannot bear. He bleeds all night yet no one is there, not one single person nice enough to care.
It takes a while. Speaking. Writing. Communicating. These are all things which people take for granted. Luck. Something which does not come easily to me. Ouch! Unfortunately, this simple word is said a lot. Almost daily. Too often. Brain. Head.
There she was alone again she made her choice so we'd  hear her silent voice maybe I was so stupid, for not seeing this before This is why,  she cried to sleep at night
Can i balance on a beam when im not steady
I'm a glass house. Just take a glance, you'll know if I'm home or not Maybe a light is on, music is playing Peer a little deeper to be sure that I'm not Survey my windows to see if you can find me,
To whom it may concern, It is healthy food for which i yearn. For it's called chicken but looks like a log. Then after we eat, we continue to learn in fog.
Gnawed on pencils, annoyed expressions, Everyone had their own confessions. Yet, here we were, sitting, pretending to care, About the lives of others, like it was even fair. Judgment and the shifting of eyes,
Again it comes to me From it, I am unable to flee First, it slithers into my heart Beginning its quest to tear me apart   Next, the monster slips into my mind
Broken pieces shattered on the ground They continue to tip toe around Afraid to clean a mess that wasnt theirs  Scared that I will only break theirs Taped together many times for moments
Fret. Regret. Anxiety. Worry.   These are the things that held me down. These were the things that haunted me One big confusion. one big disaster, spinning out of control,
Rejected  
I remember when it used to be just us and the music. We blocked the whole world out to hip hop, and every now and again, I could convinvce you to try something else. Like Carolina Liar, or Of Monsters and Men,
    I am a fixer,
Slipping soundless.
Living in darkness seemed  the best way Light never reached my face as I lay As the fabric of life seemed to fray   Hateful words spoken in spite Light was no longer in my sight
Book by book, Stacked upon my back,
For what it's worth? This is my new start, new heart, shining at the end of this semester's tunnel
We harldy know each other
To love, to live,To hug and forgive.With out love of others, we live without hope,From sisters and brothers,to bacon and the Pope.Learn to loveto come above.Find the one without shun.
To love a man, to love a girl... What difference is there really? Love, to me, is the same  In any language, in any shape For any age,  For any person. Love could maybe just be a simple word
There she lay, On her bathroom floor thinking only about death, She stared at the pills scattered on the floor, As she took her last breathe, Only being able to see gray, She was happy she finally escaped,
I miss your smile, i miss your face, i miss your strongly supporting embrace. I miss your voice, i miss your words, that made me feel like, the only girl in the world. I miss your laugh,
They tell me I'm not quite right, that I don't meet their standards Reminding me of my imperfections and screaming at me to be better. Their words sizzle against my heart; Singeing the delicate flesh,
As she closed her eyes she imagined her life before her Her eyes were bowed down in defeat, in weakness She reminisced on what she had lost, what she had gained
If you only knew What we carry on our crooked spines When we leave your room The torment The pressure The never ending gloom If you only knew What our futures hold
Its 2012, December 31st, It all started with a  Facebook message saying I had a crush, I made you laugh and I made you blush You gave me your number we would text and we would flirt,
Your the love of my life, The bright star that shine in me, The inspiration that put me to my feet. You mean the world to me. Everyday dreaming about the day we will meet again. Your the sorrow in myy heart, I never knew you and i was like stars.
Today is the last day I'll feel you breathing down my back, My love for you is gone, I don't know if I'm sad or relieved, Because falling in love with you was the best thing that ever happened to me,
The truth is I never liked living. I never liked being in public. I'm not like everyone else I may be depressed and that sure is common but unlike most I don't feel the need to get better The truth is
                      A rainy day is like a sad day, Sad day with me fill with tears. I search the days to shine but no sun is found. Everyday i mock a sunny day but really it a rrainy day inside of me.
My mommy doesnt know all that I do. She doesnt know about everything I've gone through I smile when I'm around her, so that she doesnt know All the trouble I got into and where my mind likes to go
Joy and laughter, You became my best friend, Together from the begining, We would stick to the end.   To not cherish your infinite kindness, That was mistake one, You gave and you gave,
I was alive when i met you. Alive but cautious because I always feared death... feared what it would be like if you left.... You made me live reckless on the edge.. and the times i spent with you....
Yes, that is I Wave to say hi My hair a white essence surrounding my face My eyes, blue, starring into space My arms dotted with freckles My heart, pounding I feel a constant sense of drowning
A young girl is brokenThat poor girl shed tearsThe little girl is leavingNo one even hears Crying, she falls asleep at nightWaking up seems to be a curseNo one ever loves herMaybe its time to go home
In the past, i never talked about my needs. I never wanted to tell my needs. I was alone because i had no one. I had family, but i never saw it. I had friends, but i never saw it. I was getting help, but i never saw it. 
She strokes my hair gently Kisses me passionatlely Hugs me tightly Always loves me Wants to be with me forever Cares about me more than anything Spends every second of every day by my side
Her body was a temple, handcrafted, with exeptional curves heavenly, lightly fragranced with cocoa butter and almond oil   She invited men inside, and the temple began to cave in.
You can be a real pain at times coming whenever you feel like it and make me feel small, worthless, tired, I have enough problems already why do you have to make more for me?
Vibrations in my head’s empty space; unoccupied. Relative measurements of relative ideas. And drops of controversy fall from the unmarked sky. Ebony sky; full of fire’s red embers.
Dear Teacher, I need to tell you something, but I don’t know how to.   Dear Teacher, Where do I begin?   Dear Teacher,
There is no day that goes by I feel angry with the world I sit quietly in my room I pray for a better tomorrow… How would my life be Without fear and sadness? How would it feel to be
Living and loving is science's greatest reaction, such a power is immense and can bring each human satisfaction, no matter the means or the creation of dreams but the feeling is real,
  Two lovers intertwined in a complicated web. One compromised by word. The other compromised by heart. One chained. One free.
The Night arrived room, The flame lit up the glistening blade. Her towel fell from her body, on the ground it laid.   A drop of moisture from her hair, curved her upwards chest.
Cold. Sharp. Inviting. I don’t want anyone to pull me back into this world. There is a reason I want to leave, and pulling me back won’t make that reason go away.
Upon the polished pearl slate Lingers the past within: Blood-stained hair and eyes. Remember the queries and suggestions: Stay the original course, No altering just for appeasement.
             As the sun rises andAnother day takes flight;The blessing is fulfilled again.As the dew begins to lite;My heart flutters,For my love is forever in sight.
Why must we fight  Instead of being  friends Why must we fight For what reason should it be Why must we fight When we're all the same Why must we fight Just because someone is different
I know she is tired,she hates feeling this way,She weeps and she cries,tears of pain day to day.She deals with much hurt,and is put through much strife,her skin sticks to her shirt,
  I remember day I captured a perfect picture. The long humid summer, with skies a bold blue; the year of many sorrowful goodbyes.
Its always a secret We cant go here, we cant go there So and so comin, so we cant go I cant follow you on social media, cause people might know You put me in a little pocket and take me out when you want
They think she's happysee her smile and just assumebut what they don't know might kill herit might lead her to her doom  Little do they knowher mind has the controlshe is slowly dyingsoon she may very well go  In her eyes is the painon her arms ar
Don’t try to speak to me I have nothing to say Despite forcasted developmental trends My etymological roots have decayed Only half-formed ideas stumble lazy from these lips Misguided thoughts
I am from the brown house with the dead end sign in the little cul-de-sac.
The pain I feel is from within, The smile is all a show, The dreams I had Once big and bold Suddenly crushed and hopeless. Who needs me I am no-body Unwanted, alone, trapped..  
You really don't know when the end comes, the end of anything. I felt everything I needing to feel, craving to feel and it's sharp heel digging into my skull, I never asked, but was worthy enough for it.
Have you ever wanted to die Have you ever wondered whats on the other side Have you ever looked yourself in the face and thought why WHY… HY… HY… am I alive What is the meaning of life
I ask for your forgiveness in writing this to you, and I can assure it will be my final interference in this delicate matter.
I know the voices in your headThey've reached down into your coreI know the lies that they have said because I've heard them all before
Maybe it's time, that I give you a simple rhyme.  A reason to listen, as my eyes glisten.  I'm tired of the lies, those that binds and ties; my very soul from becoming whole.  I may not be the poster child, but I wasn't raised up wild.  Don't mock
    Your thumbnails are very beautiful, I’m sure you think so too; You must be very proud of them, gorgeous, pink, and small; I can tell you love them very much, because staring at them is all you do.
  Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me We've heard it, said it, learned it. But tell me do people choose to take their life because this rhyme is right?
As that horrible that gets closer day by day the more I fight back the tears :( nothing makes letting you go easier and knowing my memories are all I have left kills me, litterly hurts my heart so bad I'd rip it out if I could.
The perfect girl, That's what everyone saw. The one that everyone knew. The girl without a flaw.   But when she looked in the mirror, She hid behind a facade. All the scars on her wrists,
Say what you want, do as you please for I know that whatever you doin ain't gonna happen to me. You can scowl,snarl, and glare but I'm untouchable like the air. You may say your wicked taunts and do your evil
Isolated from your peers, alone and rejected, different from the others, you feel diseased, infected.    it's impossible to change everyone,  difficult to get it through their heads,
She’s far from an innocent For deep in her past Lie memories in waiting, Coming on fast. The shame and the guilt Are too much to take, So she closes her eyes And accepts her fate…
You are the shackles to my oppression, more similar to my depression You say I can't succeed just as it says I can't be free I am oppressed and depressed.  
As a little girl I played with dolls behind your back, Until that one time you caught me and I got smacked.  You wanted me in school and make friends, But when I did the new friendship would eventually have to end.  
He was my summer love the year of twenty twelve He was my everything for him I'd do anything he was what I needed and maybe if I pleeded, I'd get another chance or at least a last dance.
  Chains Chains clinking metal frozen wrists bound reaching for freedom no key to set me free or strength to uncuff
I've been knocked down before someone knocked down my door.  They been down a street where you didn't want to meet, as well as me. 
I'm like a child who cries itself to sleep, but instead of crying, what I do is think. I think myself insane, analyzing every bit, until my heart rate quickens and I work up a panicking fit.
If you walk into the lighttowards the end of the tunneland you don't come backhad its beauty ensnared youor had it simply scarred you?
We hide in the darkness. We never come into the light. We hide behind a fake smile that nobody cares to look behind. We hide behind a mask we built to hide our true selves. We only show to those who
Am I stupid? Am I crazy? A maniac, perhaps? How can I still love you? How can you still love me? I look at you and I still see utter perfection. The way you walk, talk, laugh, and smile.
Him
I keep thinking about you. But I'm not sure what to do. Maybe If i stop dreaming of what could be.Maybe If i stop thinking of it as you and me.Maybe letting you go is the key.
Thinking of the days that we could be sure that light Would always travel faster than monsters trying to catch us at night But you drink under daylight now too Thinking of a mother who never hugged you
In this world we live in, we face many stages of adversity. Some go through grief, others suffer from poverty; But within our lifetime, we all fall under the trial of addiction... At least only once, if not more than that.
  I miss that feelingWhen I felt the surgeThe boost of spiritsThe sound of birdsThe world was laughterThe peace, like rainBut since it happenedIt won’t come again
       i want to read the lines of your hands as if they where peices of paper with a story to tell. I want to kiss your hands so that my lips could tell the verystory of which your hands plead to speak. I want to swim in the river of your emotion
We all cry for help don't we? We are in need of help for every little trouble or bump along the way in our path. But there are others in the world and in our communites that are in BIGGER trouble and they need OUR help.
Sticks and stones break bones, And they aren't always alone,  Cause sometimes words hurt even more, Leaving behind a heart truly sore, And beating three beats behind, 
I was always a shy girl in the past, Always finding love that would never last. And recently my heart was broken, By a lying, cheating man who used it for poking.
My wrists... like paper. The knife... a pen. The blood it savors. The ink, it sends. My skin is torn. The paper is ripped. Blade like a thorn. The pen, it shifts. Every scar has a story.
Gravity is irresistible. I want to stay away, But this concept is not unmistakable. It must sustain on the bay.   I feel defenseless In my naked soul. As I am relentless
  I am blind to people’s ignorance, However ignorance is bliss. And I still have tolerance, As I wait for an aching kiss.   I am dumbfounded By his beauty. And yet it is astounding
tell us that we're wrong as we sing and preach the right song.   tell us that we're right and then you keep us in your sight.   tell us that you care
I am the ugly sister. These are the words I can’t escape. I cannot escape the rejection, or the hate. I am the one that no one comes to claim. My sister says the muffin top will go away, that I need to work harder.
Come with me to the room of doors for some funTake a deep breath and open door number oneIn this room livesA teenage girlHiding awayFrom the cruel cruel world.Her eyes are hollowHer soul a shell
What do you actually see when you look into these dark brown eyes? Do you see a girl with happiness all around her or a girl galloping through a meadow filled with dasies.That's what you think you see but you dont really see the
I'm always dreaming, Even when I'm awake. In my dreams, I have control Usually... Until one day, There was a razor in my hands And I awake to lots of blood Everywhere...
She glances at the clock, As it flashes eleven twelve. She sighs once again, As she places another notebook on the shelf. Through another clover patch, She searches for a wish. Her efforts to no avail,
Why would someone do such a thing? Someone please tell me why. He gave him so much of his effort. So much of his money and time. Between the two was everything. He'd helped him stand back up.
Your just good as this Vodka and hurting my system . The word i love you I have discover but you don't know the meaning . thousand year can go by and it feels like your still here. There's not a day where I go without thinking about you !
HIM
His Holding Into My Emptiness of my universe , while my mind is out of earth ! A start wont probably reach to my hopes ! While im here left in the back with a bag tht was left ! It was left to the wrong person 
Never write a songAbout a stupid boy you fell in love with,Because you’ll rememberThat the air exists to fill his lungsAnd that his lips serve a purposeMore significant than your kiss.
So many lovers have loved and lost,  they never tried to fight the cost.  Love doesn't conquer if you don't help it win, for love is a feeling that can't help but to give in.
The sun Never looked bright Anymore When you arrived Our souls Taken Right before our eyes The night sky Is Darker Than ever before When you arrived
They say blood is thicker than water,though, truly,what is blood but water colored and clouded by sentiment?
Love, love comes and goes without a trace It holds you, and leaves you when you need it the most  It's everywhere and nowhere !!! It's magic, tragic, and fantastic
Walking aimless in eternal mysery I came upon a great mystery- A hidden pathway in a hill Gave my senses a big thrill. And so I followed the path 'till the top And found a graveyard in the stop.
Your Love is like the sun shining down on my face my heart, like water to a flower i could not not survive without it. Your Love is like a wonderful dream, that i dare not wake from. i am scared that
Your love is like the sun shining down on my face warming my heart. Like water to a plant  i could not survive without it. Your love is like a wonderful dream, that i dare not wake from.
War
Tainted, tainted is the light, No more is it pure and bright, Tainted, tainted as the night, No one can see for it is dark with fright,   Scarred am I from battles and wars, Recovery is not an option,
Something so unreal, it can't even truly be described. It has so many conditions that this world could never fulfill. This world is too imperfect to keep with the what ifs and alsos and sometimes and shoulds.
She sits alone with a pistol to her head Its the last time to breathe before she's dead She pulls the trigger and the gun goes Her body falls, her eyes close She lies in a pool of crimsom red
I am the guy that never showed sufferings. I am the guy who cried, the guy who hide of himself in the shadows of lust. Crying, crying still no one knows what i am capable of. Will I survive?, will I survive ?
What do you see when you gaze into my eyes ......as u try to unravel my mind picking out bits and pieces of things you find fit to know and discover? What do you feel when your finger tips meet my skin
I've paid the price of losing someone I lived my life without a rule book I'd always imagined he'd be the one I came untied and fell to ashes I loved him, he made me cry  
Your subtle whispers  scream in my ears exclaming hate pronounce my fears I can see your staring eyes looking through me judging, spreading rumors lies But I am strong 
They hit me always They tease me and put me down Make bullying stop
A horizontal line, A bluish-purple vein, how much would it take to drive me insane?   A few more hospital visits, A few more prescription pills they say recovery is possible
I'm drowning. I can't keep my feet on the ground. I say "save me from this pain." But things just remain the same. There's no one else to blame for the scars on my skin. I don't think I can win. I can't hold on any longer.
A night so empty. Thoughts stop racing . So dull so lifeless, some would call a "natural high" Thinking of what could have been or  what could be awaiting. A fear of the unknown.
  I stand here touching the breeze in my hair, feeling unconscious full of despair, I feel the touch of freedom. You told me i have legs, so I walk. I stand here with the darkness in my eyes,
I sit in a world all alone lost and confused with nothing to call my own. Sweating my past as memories flood my head i want to leave because i have nothing to dread. I think to myself
ou claim to know me. Yet you don’t see my pain, my suffering, my black, shriveled up excuse for a heart. All you see is the smile, the overweight child, the kid that sits alone at lunch. You claim to know me.
Day 1: My feet hit the cold tile and my eyes strain at the board. I hear your monotonous bore, I think, I think, no more. I am just another one of the horde.   Day 2: The straps pull at my back
               You saw the ache under her artifical simper  yet you sat and said nothing as her eyes plead for a cure to relive this agony form her casket everyday you watched her tear bare her skin in hopes of becoming free of her hollow soul and
Not a sight nor Neither here or there  A covering vail ​Would you care?   Here today but not in the morrow In view but far away Yet there is Nothing to say  
In her eyes
Cradled by solitude Because of other's attitude Death, depression, and disfigurement do a bully make Leaving destruction in wake. Take a soul, bottle it up Pour out a wretched thing.
I get to school take my seatYou take roll while we all eat Our breakfast and listen to your dumb rulesWhich have all of us acting a foolYou slowly go down the roster You peer through your ugly bifocals that make you look like a monster You start t
Tonight I can't stop the tearsI feel the soul of another rising up Someone stronger is being urged to take overI want to run far awayKnowing I'm not alone in thisI want to run far away
I feel a monster rising up inside. It creeps and crawls inching to the surface. No true sense of decency does it possess. It's soft and silky upon my tongue and it blends easily upon my face. 
My frustration is I feel out of place! I had everything I truly wanted and felt whole with what I had. Now I just feel like I have what I want and don't at the same time. I mean fame is becoming more and more of a turn down.
Your eyes through me cut like a rusted knife,Your voice, it salts my newly bleeding wound,Do I belong inside your lonely life?Though you hoped I never willingly swooned,
I am in love with your nature. I am in love with your words,How, like dew, they riddleThe meadows of my mind,How, like rain, they tickleThe branches of my lungs.
Map
What a landmark;Your curly lockedWhite willow head,Your rhododendronLashes, a canopyOver poolsThat frozeOn my lined face.Your oak branchesThat brushedMy lined shoulders,
Life sometimes can play tricks on the distracted eye.  Sometimes you see the horizon but not the road ahead of you.  And sometimes there is no road and you have to find your own trail.
I'm choking on the taste of rejectionAnd, oh, how I savor the sweetnessEnough to make a grown woman break into tearsBut not meI stand firm... untouched... unfeeling...Do I love thisUltimate loneliness
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!I wake up to my alarm going off...another day,another scar.
Love is when you feel cared yet hurt. When you life is complete yet empty.
Standing in a room full of people We exchange fake smiles This is something we are all so familiar with Our individual thoughts silenced Silenced by ourselves We laugh It seems so real
Day inDay out
ME
"You will never be anything". "Anything you achieve, it is because of me". No, b**tch. That is where you are wrong.   My father, never there, but my mother taught me to be strong.
For love I'd give my last words, but never speak them with a lie,I'd fight for your trust, but never force it from your side.For love I'd climb the highest peak, but only if it ended with you as my view,
Im tired. My body is sore. I lay in bed and feel like I cant take it anymore. I feel weak. Hopeless. Like no one cares. I tap my fingers on my phone, waiting for a sign. Some kind of hope. I shut my eyes and feel the dull buzz in my hand.
Walking to a court room at the age of 7 was very frightening. I knew I did not do anything wrong. I was getting adopted, but I did not have a say in anything.
There is something across the sea,  Something foul that beckons to me.  Will I leave?  I shall indeed. To my Muse that beckons to me.    There is something on yonder shore, 
We sat on the steps of my eroded muck stained porch. We contemplated our lives and our identities while sipping on unclean glasses. We laughed at my awful past of abuse, neglect, and insanity
Night and Day your at my side,             my friend my heart my peace. Lighten my mornings,             watching you run and play and chase. Brighten my nights,            next to me close warming my dreams.
I cannot understand my current emotions on the relationship I am in, I don’t understand how I feel anymore. My emotions don’t talk I have to but if I can’t understand them how I can explain them.
    Hispanics are considered a minority because most of them are not educated and barely make enough to reach the minimum wage. Living in a world where that’s expected from you can be tough
One heart two different worldsOne body two opposite girlsOne chose love the other hateOne chose corruption the other faithOne always tries to devise a planThe other simply follows the great I am
All my life I've been silent, Never let out a peep Even when tumbling down hills, rough and steep Before I cry out in pain, I hear my mother's voice Hush! Be quiet. Don't complain   When I go to church
Because The Sound Of Voice & My Lips Were Close ! You Told Me Just Repeat "Strawberry" My Heart Beat 100 Miles per hour! Not Knowing How and When To Say it ! Poor Child only 9years old !
  Tears trace my face as I stand over this sink I am crying again Every lecture I get, all the expectations I don't make
Love is like a wild stormWith a shower of broken hearted rainIt will swing you like a tornadoFlood your heart like a hurricaneIts hard to love someoneThat doesn’t love you
You don't know that your fist feels like butterfly kisses, And your words, as sickly sweet as gas station seafood dishes Don't faze me.   My face, has been through more abuse than big city sidewalks
I don't understand why you hurt me or make me have these scars you always say no one cares of course i'm going to take that to heart. your suppose to love me and take care of me but you havent been doing that lately
Knowing that I have an attraction for you makes me so upset with myself. How could I let this happen to me?
you've been here with methrough thick and thinyou knew i was hurtbefore i told you you fought my wallsgot yourself ini cant get you out nowno matter how hard i trydid not want to trust you
What's deep but very shallow? What's thin but very thick? What's white that could turn to black very fast? What could cause joy but then fear? Boom Boom, Swish Swish  
  You are dangerous A bomb You are an animal that could pounce at any moment You are only a window to sneak out of Or another used condomn  Or another empty beer bottle 
it's possible to have a house- but no home. it's possible to be surrounded- and completely alone. i'm trying to concentrate- without staring at my phone. the scars on my outside layers
I want to be perfect, I don't want the pain. I want her to be happy. I want everything to gain. I want people to disappear, her attention I crave. She makes me strong, she makes me brave. I don't ever want to argue, I don't want her to hate me.
As the years escape my eyes. You try to say your final goodbye. But your hand won't leave mine. Thoughts of you fill my mind. Life without you is full of pain, no laughter, no smile just gray painful rain.
A steady rhythm,  A speedy pace, My heart now seems to race. A race, A fight,  What we do in the night. Loving, leaving,  I begin to start bleeding. Remorce and grieving
You sent me three text messages last night: "I’m drunk as fuck over the toilet man"The nightmares beneath my skinthreaten to possess the shell ofmy body.I am nothing buta diseased corpse.
Steve Momphete 10/9/10   Mind Prostitution
Dear Me, Don't you see your problem is this you can't forget what love is you see him everywhere when y'all speak you can't help but to stare into those eyes you fell anything you would sell
He's a failure  In my class he won't survive  17 and black? I'm surprised he's alive He's just a stupid football player Is that all you think I am? Just another statistic?  Disgracing Uncle Sam?
On the outside she looks happy, But in all reality, is she? Most of the time it's not what you see, But what you believe.   Read the signs, You'll be surprised, At what you may find,
you
I miss how you looked in my eyes that first night I could not recal anything else the way your soft skin felt on my cold hands The blurred memory gave me a rush I miss when we layed recalling the past
I dont understand why this can be, almost all alone in this journey. No one seems to see anything from my point of view. Only a few see my perspective, it is even harder when your
She’s kind Though she never really says much She smiles Though it never really seems real She laughs Though she never really seems to enjoy being around She’s here, doing what she has to do faithfully
Love can be a poison Like a snake wrapped around you, Suffocating you, Injecting the poisonous venom   Those tears that hit your face, They burn like acid Why must this happen to you
I want to disappear I wanted to fade into the background...... I thought that losing the weight would make them like me...... They don't... I started to get more involved in school no one seemed to notice either.....
My mind is going insane; I can barely even think. I'm letting myself go, faster than a blink. Friends and family form a line that is longer than a mile; but even with them here, my life still feels like it's not worth while.
Look at my face, you'll see a beautiful girl. Look into my eyes, you'll see something hidden. Look at my smile, you'll see it isn't real. Look at my soul, it's the biggest pain you could ever feel...
No one knows that she still hurts- But she keeps herself composed hoping no one notices her flaws.
Take time to cherish the little things The sweet sound of birds in the crisp morning air The surrounding warmth a blanket can provide
  Tears like rain fill oceans of sadness; It’s the pain that we hide – greater than we see; I’ve spoken to broken looking for suns to soak in, But the heart is missing Where a soul leaves space.  
One love doesn't last longbut here is one thing it is going to be alright once a pon agogo out and find another one when you are lonely everytime you like of him or her
Floating Leaping Screeching Clawing your eyes out just to Spite you Spite me instead I can't live the way you want Me to. The way you look at me Tells me that you want me to respond.
Im making my mind up to express. Living this way is just a mess. Laughing at nothing Is funny when its serious. Im Living life to the fullest So im a gangster. Living is dying.
Familiarity boils over  in a pot that can’t contain A search for four leaf clovers, nothing can ever be the same And as we’re moving through the obstacles We built for ourselves
I hold a small, pink eraser in my hand I carefully bring the ends of the eraser toward each other Watching the middle of it stretch To make ends meet
and there’s a whole in my chest and it aches for you and I’m going crazy in my head, I don’t know what to do and I’m sad because you’ll probably never feel the same and because I’ll never see you again
but you seethe thought of you and meour names intertwinedlike ribbons and balloonsscares me half to deaththough it feels rightand functions wellyou are the ribbonand i don’t want to be
You are my South Wind, There to uplift me There to surround me But never to falter.   You are my Sun, There to light my way There to give me hope But never to dim.  
I push so hard everyday I know it angers you so much to wake up knowing Im not with you no more to drive you crazy I wake up too but here or not you still drive me crazy
I want to dieI want to turn away away and say goodbye There is just to much painI can barely stay in my own laneI'm falling apartI hurt in my whole body, especially in my heartI'm going to end it allI may step a little far over the edge and just f
I miss you so much I miss your voice and soft touchThe way you comforted me Always offering me a cup of teaI lie to myself everyday I tell myself you'll come back by the end of MayEven though I know deep downYou're never coming back to this townYo
Some nights, I can't sleep! I wonder why? Some nights, I wonder where I stand in life. Other nights, I feel afraid, almost destressed. Resting nights, angels soars at my presences.  
I have left the world of Darkness, Having stepped into the Light, A new sensation of bliss has emerged, A sensation having not witnessed in a thousand years,  
Maybe She Would Be Alive Today. If I Spoke Up And Said What I Needed To Say. If I Thought Differently and Choose A Different Path. Crazy Thing Is I Didn’t Think She Would Last.
She screams as the light beams pushing and pushing the wall of despair.  Times of love from above is just like a dove resting on my shoulder. Times of love, Times of love, Times of love.  
Trails of gray blazing the untrailed canvas It's curves at it's masters every whim Success! The man says, as he puts it aside and reprints with the black. It's work shaded by the of ink
For Everyone who is in school. For Everyone who has been bullied. For Everyone who has been in a sport. For Everyone who is battling addiction. For Everyone who is working. For Everyone who is a parent.
Things falling apart All around me The world Breaking at the seams A rush of emotions Like an avalanche But yet I feel nothing You’re lying beside me Smiling Reassuring
Because all the things you've done im like this today. Hurt, numb, empty; whats lost is gone forever. Forever feeling a unsacred empty space. You took the only part of me that wasnt yours, the part of me that you havent already distroyed.
The time passes by,                 So fast.                                    The light seems to,                  Fade away. I sit here, Watching, The sun rise, The moon shine.
Thump Thump even steps on the floor A rhythmic monotone inciting horror Who is it that makes such a beaten path Is it death or man with a thought to pass
The hate pours from me like I'm made of water, only ment to quench my own thirst, I hat myself, No matter what I say, No matter what I do, I can't ever seem to be enough for you, You meaning me,
Watch. Wait. Run.   I Watch him walk and wait for his return. Watch him run and wait to feel something. Anger? Lots of it. Sadness? Not enough. Resentment? It boils in my blood.
Lost in the world around her The kids in school call her names, Mock her ripped clothing No one knows the truth. She goes home to a drunken father, A broken mother and a missing brother,
Loneliness is not a state of mind. It is a choice. A way of life, A feeling.   A feeling that possesses, A feeling that deceives,
It
clouds are thick, the ground grabs It weighs you down, It tugs at you slowly pulling slowly drawing walking against the wind heavy feet heavy head forced back held back no movement, no progress
It fools the inexperienced and breaks the ones who aren't careful.   It's the thing we always look back to and always look forward to.   It's strong and brutal; Happy yet sad.  
I can't move.        I can't see. I can't breathe. Nobody cares. Nobody listens. I'm not me. I'm not you. Who am I? I haven't got a clue. Someone please help me. I still can't move. What's wrong with me? I have got a clue. Depression.
Bullying. A subject that when comes to mind, makes me want to cry. I have been bullied. Not physically, but mentally.  People telling me "shutup" or "you're stupid". I take everything to heart all of a sudden. I feel so insecure. I feel suicidal.
Wanting to shut everything out.Wanting to drown in nothing.Wanting to catch up to the present,While battling with the past. Holding back tears that burn.Holding back feelings aching inside.Holding back memories and thoughts. Having mixed emotions.
Treatment Bleed it out Like a snake bite, The venom that roils and riles In my blood That rages and boils Bleed it out, Run 'till my feet Tickle with flames. Search for strength,
I came here alone, others are apparitions. Strangers to mother's. Opponents to father's. Siblings are apparitions. Friends are apparitions. Lovers are apparitions.
  The hole in my heart is deeper than the sea, The hole in my heart is blacker than the new moon sky. I still wish you were with me, your touch still lingers with me. As I’m asleep I dream of me back in your arms,
I am a silver moon. You are my world. If you do not desire this gravitational pull any longer, then I shall take myself elsewhere. I can find another planet to orbit my heart around. Someone who does not consider me to be a meteor.
I am so done with the outside, done with the sress and the tears,  done with the lies and hurt, but not done with life   I am so tired of letting every single little think get to me.
Cold ice stretching over a fortress of falling beams. Rolling from blue eys come the diamonds of a sad day. Once strong the brick buildings fall in a crumbling rubble of distress. In a silent room a fire is ignited.
twelve months ago I happy school no worries much to go eleven months ago my happiness was tested which it passed ten months ago joy wasn't a want but necessity
my feelings are unclear for this i am sure i know this  something is a thing so certain i can't express this emotion for you i reassure this is okay
  what seems so easy isn't to some makes them feel queazy terrified of whats to come   speaking in front of a variety for a simple presentation those who suffer social anxiety
Lost My necessities are unseen through hazy eyes. My dreams are degraded by little whispers in my head. My bearings are lost, scattered among a thousand others,          drifting through my mind.
One side of an equation One half of a perspective - From the outside looking in, I'd see the shine, the goodwill. "They are just so cute," I hear, "A perfect little pair."  
 I am like a ceramic bowl, and this bowl has many assets.Beautiful from a far, but up close you see my cuts, scars and bruises put there by all the hate and doubt of the world.
The Inner Me. It's the soul you cannot see. The pain, the struggles, the beating, and troubles. I cry out for help. Suicide thoughts. No one there to tell me, stop. I'm am confused at the mind.
theres many ways to show love actions speak louder than words  many people may recall the scene of pain  to overcome pain forgiveness is the key.
Holding on to that one last kiss. Remembering what it was like to hold you like this. My heart is slowly burning to the ground. With the passion in the love I had found. Your words still linger in this place.
Any teacher can follow a lesson plan but one teacher can teach whatever they can. Why dont we figure out how modern life really works instead as a student we learn the basic boring subjects first.
Welcome to my world Of lies,loniliness,hate, and depression My world of tears and loneliness  Of fear and scars and rust-tinged razors That smell like fresh sea water somehow don’t satisfy me anymore.
Incumbent Ideas the shapes the sounds Twisting in the folds of my cerebrum clenching digging poking wriggling grey matter white matter irritation Swelling with the shapes the sounds
A pit of despair embarks upon me. Dragging me deeper, catching my breath. Gasping for air, I grieve. Clawing for space, I breathe. It is only then that I notice my need, That I find what I grieve,
Everything in life is temporary, the people you love, the people you hate. Life, Love, Happiness, Smiles, Tears, Pains, Sadness, Doubt, Anger, Fear, Everything. Every emotion you have right now is temporary.  
There oncewas a boy who rode my bus, with wide green eyes, who sat alone... and didn't seem to care. There once was a boy at my school, who was quiet but had the most beautiful smile,
You think school is all sweet and all. And you think teenagers like me are the generation to fall. But you don't understand that outside those silver gates. Life soon becomes a brawl.  
Why are you so depressed?Your sadness only seems to festerI want to make your heavy load have less But first you need to clean up your mess
Broken Rear View Many times we alloy our curiosity to spoil of future, More often than not, We obsess over our rear view.   Have you ever taken the time to think, What if your rear view-
The Hill That Never Sleeps   Have you heard of the hill, That never sleeps? We’ve been properly acquainted, In my virtuous sheets. Watching-your every move, In search of flaws.
Baggage Claim To those who view their past, As a lesson. Simply sit back and do yourself a favor- Commit to confession.   Sift through the bags which look- Oh so similar on the outside.
Words hardly describe The world he sees.Hand motions do notGive him the peace he needs. He draws then,A mermaid in the seaAnd an enormous ship.
She is sitting by the mirrorBrushing her hair,As tears fall downHer hands tremble When she thinks about last night.
Dust, dirt and sandsFill the airChocking the life outta me. Behold the desertA crappy place to liveWhere cactus drink waterAnd lizards shed their skin.
My family, will you love me the same knowing that I am different? Mom, will you still smile at me knowing that I am not that perfect daughter you wanted?
Looking around, there are smiles everywhere The more I'm surrounded by people, the more anguish feeling of lonliness I feel and then you realize, nobody cares and you feel as if you will never heal
How do I keep moving forward? Do I strum the guitar, and keep hitting the wrong chord? Do I let everyone push me into praying to their "Dear Lord"? Do I use my words and make them hurt as much as a sword?
her scars itch as if they feel her pain they want friends more of themselves to add to her collection  it's like they can feel her bring the blade to kiss her use-to-be-smooth skin 
As my heart beats to the rhythm of love and happiness; It slips into a coma of depression, Hidden from my laughter and smiles, Teasing everyone who passes by. Days pass of nothing but a drop of excitement,
nocufsoin Confusion, oh the deep waters of confusion, It swallows you whole and stirs up your thoughts. You feelings drop down to the bottom, dark and sandy,
They think it's easy Easy to think so much Information consumes one Like bees on honeycomb   Where do all these thoughts Originate Pulled from thin air Circulating from mind to mind
The autumn is upon usit must be an enrichmentof all that went before
I wish my life was over, My world made of broken clovers, Falling out of place, going into a dark space, filled with blood, nothing to love...   No one can see through my facade,
Can a heart still break once it's stop beating can you believe me even though you know I am lying will you be there when I need you even though when your in need I&#39;m never anywhere to be found when your in need will you catch me when I am
Your eyes are so stunning, that they could cover the night sky, and outshine the moon, and stars, and even all the galaxys combined.   Your smile is so strong, it rocks me to my core,
Nothingless i don't know youbut where you layin black and whitea paragraph of your sixteen years
All my loving, It’s easy to obtain. Refrain, Everyday is the same.   What do I have to offer when you’re gone? I tried to tell you that I loved you all along,
I'm not bleeding it out. There are no razors to touch my skin, none to cut it. Bleeding does not help. Not like others said. Physical pain is not a cure, for this kind of agony.
3AM
3AM (One Cut) Don’t ever wake up at 3am It’s scary enough falling asleep Waking up out of a state of rest Takes a lot of energy mentally Like your mind gets tired, fatigued Overthinking starts.
I want a ......Guy who notices my sensitivityGuy who notices my heartGuy who understands my confusion and pain and where it comes fromI want a ........guy who confident. In saying i love you day one.
The ground beneath my feet Tremors with Soul and rational Choking forth a dissonant harmony
First Period: Wake up, shower, dress Motivate, sigh, late Again Second Period: English, essay, notes Homework, due date, yawn Tired
I remember the way you told me You loved me That it would never be you and I It would be we  I remember your beautiful  Smile I remember holding hands on the beach Walking for miles
The thinkers: those who won't say what they mean, but strive to write something others can relate to.   The thinkers: those who sit- staring into space, but still hear words
 It is five in the morning as twilight sheds tears down my face, The dancing horizon teases my mourning eyes yearning for sorrow But bleeding condescending sympathy   The sun rays invade,
We are all victims, persons targeted to feel pain and misery and all that are out to slam a foot on our brakes, while driving they have stopped us on the train tracks leaving us with what you think are only two options;
Do you see the pain?The pain in my eyes.Do you see the hurt?Hurt buried deep in my heart.Did you search to knowKnow what I have been throughOr did you just wishI let go and never looked back?
This ol' heart of mine will never be the same I guess I'm really the one to kind of blame I might as well move on and let it go Well since you're here I should probably let you know
breathe. in...out... in...out... the calm rhythm of my day undistrubed.   trigger. sharply inhale.  remember.  "no..." push it aside... "focus."
I
I said a word I made a friend I am yellow   I said a word I am in a relationship I am pink   I said a word I got into a fight I am blue   I said a word
  I breathe. Inhale. Exhale. Two easy movements. Involuntary. Necessary. The difference between two ends, Life, Death.   Breath changes everything… I breathe.
I like you a lot but don't know how to tell you...why can't we see eye to eye?  Set standards for each other? Everything is just so paper thin. With not enough time,
You see smiles they glisten, There's nothing else but listen Dark shadows, cold walls You hide and try to ignore the calls.   You ask yourself is it worth it? Not one bit.
Your Kiss infects me like the flu infecting young children it finds me and absorbs through out my body taking a few days to leave my system forever i remember the 1st time the feeling so new
I knocked on the door just to listen and see if she was home For some time I waited, cold winds flowing past me and down my back my mind started to rome Alone is what I began to feel but then she came to the door
A minimum amount of words were said, and time was spent together. Before we knew it. Time was over.
i bury myself in facts organization to a faultto hide from the world,from people and fearspeople think I'm shyI'm hiding.i hide in plane site, yetnobody sees me i cry for someone to see me
Betrayal, Bruised, Left alone, No one to hold, No one to love, Blessed I’m sure, How can you be blessed? When no one loves you When someone toke your love. Forever alone. Forever apart. 
A man who's life was strife by death left mights in his regrets. Life can be a pain and with punishment they may blame, but one thing that it gives, its forgivness for you'r sins. As the man shouts to death
Why can't I be smart like those that I see?Before I told myself--you have your own strengths you must not flee.
how dare you put me in a box labeling me because i dont fit in with the hollywood image how dare you belittle me because im different i rather be happy being me then being sad trying to fit in with this asshole society
I used to write poems about the colors of your eyes with a stomach full of butterflies. But now I write words about the voices in my head and how I wish I were dead.   You used to promise
Is it my time? Is it my time to shine?Is it my time to die? On the outside I look like I’m doing just fine. On the inside, I’m trapped inside these happy lies. Is it my time? Is it my time to be free? 
This disease, I wont let it get the best of me. I'm depressed though, it's got me by the throat, how can I get free? How can I be all I can be, if I'm missing a part of me. On the oust side, I seem as happy as can be.
Tearful eyes. / Burning throat. / Stiffled cries, / So they don't know, / I scream inside. / I miss my home. / On my outside, / You'd never know. / I'm tired of sadness. / I'm tired of lies. / I'm tired of secrets, / That everyone hides.
Life turns to death, as the present fades to the past Its the bleeding of pure silence... The slow thumping of a partially broken heart.. The twinkle of a knife Hidden by the night
Gently falling down, The poem of my lifetime, It's never ending. 
Have you ever seen someone going through a anxiety attack?It's not an east to thing to witness. Their body tenses against their willThey shake and cry with no cause or relief
Her mind flooded by judgment and oppression Her body aching from hate Her soul yearning to escape the cage it was forced into She is only accelerating her fate   She is only accelerating what is intended
Sea fog lifting, billowing, moist morning mist. Slug trail shimmering, faded asphalt.   Quiet, calming, claustrophobic cellar smell. City alleyway, sunrise street scent.  
Beauty is the eyes of the beholder That's why he always found beauty in my body And you always saw it in my eyes   He was only looking for one thing; and liked what he saw
Sometimes                           I stare
It’s funny how someone who was supposed to love me, never did. It’s ironic how that a person that I never knew hurt me. But it’s even worst that I hurt myself.  
To Open Her Eyes  When I look in the mirror I see a face The girl looking back at me is so lost She feels lonely in a crowded room But is suffocating in her mind What do I do to make her smile
Silent, empty, lonely, hated (Sitting in a classroom, smiling vaguely) Muffled, lost, self-sedated (Top grade in the class! Congratulations, be proud!) Can't think, breathe, feel my way
I like how the cereal screams in terror as I put the little guys in my mouth Mmh how sweet, cereal blood between my teeth Snap Crackle Pop! goes the bones of the breakfast mom bought
Every day seems somber. I look away and as I walk to school  I can feel myself removed.  I watch myself sit there in class  I watch myself write  I watch myself get through it 
I didn't know before how to light a candleTo set by the picture of us on the mantleThere was no flame to light the wayThere was no night to darken the dayThe monsters came to devour the heart
Tears roll down her face as she sees her lover with someone else Disgusted she feels She wishes she was someone else The anger inside from the lies he told  Disrespected from his actions  He is so bold 
How can you claim to "love" someone when all you do is hurt them ? What is "Love" ? People say its a big word with so much meaning... Everyone who said they "love" me, all ended up hurting me.
We wonder upon this vast planet we call Earth, 
Sometimes I wonder. Was it a gradual thing? Or did she wake up one day Suddenly suffocated by the ring. When did she realize?
Music speaks to the heart. That’s valid. Open wounds and scars Hidden in the rhythm of a ballad. Rhythms are emotions.
Bridges from one cliff to another. Bridges over cold, unforgiving water. It's life, Earth-shattering thunder. No matter what you say, You dont want what's under.   A bridge is a blessing.
 To overcome?   You have no idea. The dark is suffocating. The pain is allocating. Try to make it stop. It's not enough. It keeps coming, and coming, and coming. Looking up, praying for better. Why me?
All I am is bonesBreakable and bendableBird bonesHollowed out, emptyCreating a superficial beingSupposed to be sturdyBut empty of strengthTrying to flyAll I am is bird bonesEasily broken
She sat on the porch as she wiped her tears.     Put on the same brave face, the same face shes done for years.     Now she never lets her guard down,and make sure shes always in control.  
Well I’ve come to tell you a story. I gotta warn you, it’s probably not a happy story. I gotta warn you, it’s probably not even a good story. But I think it’s probably a true story, and that’s good enough for me;
Philosophy Mysterious, Difficult Thinking, Reasoning, Thinking Why are we here? To be.
Why do you pretend you're happy? With that fake smile on your face, pretending everythings perfect. You go home and cry... Because you're living a lie. With tears rolling down your face, you say you're okay.
Tell me you love me because you want me in your lifeTell me you love me because you mean it from your heart Tell me you love me because it's written all over your face
After the storm comes a rainbow, I have been threw that storm but don't know where to go, where is my rainbow. I need to feel the calm that comes after the storm, for it's the only way to reassure my self.
It’s strange. This feeling. This heart felt feeling… Sigh… not again. Could I… could I really? No, no, no! I’m not! I’m probably just sick. Yeah! Just sick… Damn, who am I kidding?
  Her electric soul, her aching soul is scared and shines a cowardly light. They call her humble, humble and divine. Who wouldn’t love a girl with skin so fine?
Another white tee Tie dyed in four shades of red Out of the twelve you’ve already encountered Bleach will do no good this time Neither will a Band-Aid You never have to worry about people getting in your way
Cast over me, a sheet of confusion and foolishness, and yet it took more than one rude awakening in my life to help pull this sheet off my head but I still wonder why do so many tragedies had to come for me to finally understand a part of life.
Crying in the snow will do no good The tears you cry will never come out As the touch of blood feels like snow The animal that lived before you must move on Letting go is sometimes the only choice for us
I remember one time Someone said to me, "What? Were you emo or something?" And they laughed. And I laughed, But I didn't say anything. To me, it's not funny. That rusty blade
DEPRESSION Depression is like the color black, and is darker than the dimmest parts of space. It sounds like thousands of screams echoing in your ear, and bashing at your eardrum.
Mother I forgive you for you know not what you do Call me a zero in hopes it'll motivate me to avoid the bar stool Most men live there life defining and executing functions I have yet to define a single variable 
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I can't help but feel like there is a hole in my chest I keep searching for something that cant be found until I hear a voice saying "Turn Around" When I looked I couldn't believe just what I saw
 When I looked I couldn't believe just what I saw I saw a man Sitting on his throne With my mind blown I fall to my knees  Screaming out  "LORD HELP ME PLEASE" He says "Son what you're looking for isn't on this EarthBut if you can trust me you wil
Laughter is healing for my soul, thats the medicine I have chose. Needless to say I'm okay,  afterall I did laugh today! Wondering why I may be depressed?  Half the time I'm super stressed,
We are young. We are strong.  We are capable of anything.  Sometimes we are wrong.  Colorless and yet so colorful. Madness but mostly wonderful..
                                                  Did you ever wish you can turn back time To that one scene in your life.   When listening to your head just didn’t seem right?  
Jugular venous pressure is estimated by positioning A patient’s head at a 45-degree angle. When the veins in the neck Are swollen as high as the angle of the jaw, Blood pressure rises.  
There was a place and timeDon't ever go back to thenIt is just filled of memoriesAnd sadnessOf people who don'tRemember you, andPeople whom you wish to forgetYou've visited your past
  I'm just a typical teenage girl, but I still struggle. My thoughts engulf me. I wish I could escape. The girl you assume you know is probably fake.
I'm a prisoner, one of love. Women an men both abuse love. I give my love out freely an passionatly. My heart lays crumpled on the floor, weeping blood. It's on the floor because
Dark and despair in the air Tame those people who want to swear Make them believe in something else But keep it close to them like belts Help them decide to take a better path
In, out Right, left Yes, no Go through the motions.   What if you can't?   The walls are caving, The ground is shaking, The world seems to be falling apart.  
There once was a girl who could never stop crying, who had so much pain she envied the dying   Her eyes were red as a recent cut's splatter, but she could never stop crying, so it didn't matter  
  you are the thornless rose that grew amongst the baobab of my ribs roots that wrapped around my lungs leaving me breathless and blue i am content    
Sitting here alone and blue with just my thoughts of you. Looking into the skies all I see you blue eyes. Wishing you were here for I could hold you near.
 
I don’t want to be heard anymore, but you are starting to listen. I finally tell you “no” and you’re finally on your knees then,
Education is spoiled by the rotting brains Disseminating by the television cell membranes As learning decreases Society let's ignorant fame and material things sink in Getting rich quick is more motivation
sometimes I have so many feelings that are fighting to escape,to show themselves, to be understood, to be validated.but maybe it’s too cold outside my body,or they are too much like me and falter in new situations,
Her neck cranes skywards, they are there, beyond the haze and mist of a day long since past. They are there and she will bring them forth. So many times, so often she has searched the endless abyss of the sky for answers.
Time elapses where the world was spinning,  the spinning stops,  the world collapses Collapsing and falling we all break silently in the spot that counts soft, red tissue unmeasured  
Can you see her? can you see the acid rain falls from the skys, every time she crys? She walks through life with her head held high,
The blue moon is the theif that comes to steal all of those things that makes us feel- feel those things that keep us true blue moon can only  keep us blue so recognize-when he comes
She chases you until you're out of breath.
They say make love, not war But there’s always a constant battle With my heart I’m always fighting for another And with every battle I grow weaker Losing soldiers, losing power
Will anyone finally understand the pain, the one in my heart? For so long I kept it there, but to what end?
Spinning, Whirling, Flailing, Falling, Dizzy, No where to turn. Distant, I'm alone, with everyone around me, Drifting like drift wood, In a mind boggling sea
its funny almost, how easily you can lose yourself but how it difficult it is to find yourself again how you can go from being completely in the now minute
and I only have the sound of your footsteps committed to memory.   because the only memory I have of you   is the one of you walking away.    
When you see a word, scrawled on a line. Does it ground your thoughts, Like on anchor Deep in the sea? Does your mind roil, Like a storm that grew up, All alone, Abandoned by its parents?
Miss that girl, she used to always smile She loved talking to her friend and hanging out She loved to smile Loved to talk I do not understand what is wrong She cries herself to sleep
"What shall I say  Whether or not be truthful Or bask and in my sorrows all day. What shall I say? Sometimes a piercing gaze puts the pain back And I shut it away. What shall I say?
It's 2 am, I just want to go to bed,  I need to find a place where I can rest my tired head. I guess I can go to sleep, but I can sleep when i'm dead. 
Bland. Broke. Hopeless. Pain beyond understanding. It cries out to be fed. But, the truth is the food is gone. Without you here makes me dead, makes me want to die.
A picture can be worth a thousand words A portrait can be just the same Social scenery that many stand to be in False and full is behind my lines A shadowing body that wants and makes
(For full effect, listen to 40 Part Motet- Spem in Alium by Thomas Tallis) 
Today I was anxious and in a rumble,  but I tried to stay positive and not stumble. I looked out the window and saw the blues, the grays, whites and greens,
Poeticinsecuritieshauntingunbrokendreams in placesdeep beneaththe wavesof electrolytespulsingthrougheach brandnew idea.
The past,  the present, loom together to torture. I can't even seem to remember, or even able to consider, the future. Everything is wrapped together in a maze,  the past, present, future, it's all the same. 
I thought my first love will be my last I thought its you that I belong to But now, what I once thought remains as thoughts For you are now waiving goodbye.   All your smiles are for me 
Behind the door there is another lie With these two I don’t even get a break Having to deal with these two until I cry Staying there will be another mistake Was walking away, forgetting it all
Angel, oh angel,Why have you forsaken me,Cast me out for nothing,Thrown me to the ravenges of the dark?All this pain,All this torture,For a simple change in thought?Do you know not what I feel,
We have forgotten, Summer’s last innocence at Sunset, How the colors melt into Oranges and Yellows and Purples… And that faint breeze That Used to tell us We were forgiven.
  Do you know how it feels? to not be comfortable in your own skin? waking up everyday and wishing  you looked like someone else finding beauty in everything in everyone but yourself
  Why I write   all we did was make eye contact.   but in that instant between my blink and her smile  
Little girls growing up. Limited in their visions. Little boys growing up. Limited in their prosperity.  Who are we? We the people. We are supposed to be free. Who are we? We the people. We are meant for simplicity.
She enters the setting, With a mindset cluttered in utter agony, But her beaming grin seems so effortless, Despite the distress staining her heart and soul,
The loons call in the night, spreading my heart open. Scarred feet slide across the tile floor, slipping away in her nightgown. Down the newly wet grass gateway, advancing into the shocking water.
Dark temptations, in my mind its crazy a woman whose pregnant said its mine im waisted on some ... told her to abort, shes worried but said this seeds thats inside is chosen
Born into a world were it’s not guaranteed I’ll succeed. I still reach high, breaking stereotypes as I go. I graduated from High School; I am in college. What else is there left to achieve? As I sit and think… LIFE.
Dark brown eyes with a personality that brightens any gloomy situation No one can pronounce the name but remembers the face and the smile
It surrounds me, It smothers me, It hides me, It even protects me...   Without it I can do nothing With it I can do nothing In my time of need it lifts me up
Before my known days The sun shone splintering rays of diamonds With gorgeous scenery to complement Bliss was rampant Faith out-lasted And dreams materialized into obtainable goals But yet
Why do I write?  Ha Why do you breathe? Why do fish swim? Why do plants photosynthesize? Writing to me is not only a way to express myself, but a suicide prevention plan, an escape from reality,
Why do I write?  Ha Why do you breathe? Why do fish swim? Why do plants photosynthesize? Writing to me is not only a way to express myself, but a suicide prevention plan, an escape from reality,
Two Weeks: Two Weeks Two Weeks too long Two Weeks dragged on Two Weeks ended wrong Two Weeks long gone Two Weeks
Who would have thought it’d end this way. The crows flying above and the people screaming out of love. The car came out of thin air it seems.
When you look at life as an Ocean, you will suddenly start sinking.  You see the beauty all around, as you struggle to keep breathing.  Your lungs are full of water, the oxygen is depleting. 
I dont want the scars  to represent the weakeness  I aquired.  I dont want them  to be a false representation.  They do not define who I am.  They should not tell you
The rigor of staying sane is hard to steady, especially when the rain falls harder for those minds not ready.
Cold steel touches warm skin. This time I hope the blade wins... Sharp edge touches bare skin. The slice feels like nothing more than the prick of a pin...   Drop by drop crimson appears... 
People think me strong. I know that I am weak. People think me wise. I know that I am foolish. People think me happy. I know that despair has taken over my life. People think they know. They have no idea. They don't know my mistakes.
The thought of thinking makes me sick. The thoughts trap me in my mind. The thoughts make my simple life so complex. The thought of ridding  these thoughts makes me happy.  
Normal is Boring Doing the Same Routine Daily Everybody dresses the same Its like playing an old game of Follow the Leader One that never ends We all go this way Or that way
Poetry is self expression. No guidlines, no rules. Noone to tell you, "you're doing it wronge" or "you have to do this too." Poetry doesn't have to rhyme, have 10 beats, or eight lines.
Watching stains on the sidewalk.. Listening to the birds talk, - Mind's Gone. No one with the words to say.. or listen to the words I say, - I'm Alone. Soft whispers of those who hate..
I can only think, Of that which shall be the soon, Hopefully is well.
She rests in painful slumber Drips with salty sweat She is unaware of what it means— Means to be sick with fear. She chokes on spittle—spews up spittle Chokes on angry, violent spittle.
Is Fear the feeling that you get when you can’t stand on your own two feet when challenges comes your way? Is Fear darkness that surround your world and make your eyes can’t see the light?
The darkness around can't get any darker   and the sound of my thoughts can't get any louder  
Autumn comes and goes and soon the flowers die No Honeysuckle to last as the cold encroaches on her Down the hillside she use to grow but wilted stalks now lie Not to rise again ‘til spring so winter’s wind cannot shiver
Seven girls danced on a hill, On the last day of December. It was a short moment to fill, Wishing this time would last forever. As winter was moving to spring, Seasons of life moved as well.
If words can be a weapon and a bandage both Forgiving and transgressing with a little flick Yelling and whispering complements and jeers On this I then wonder why they need not a leash
The creaky, half-snapped sidewalk chalk talks out the problems of my lonesome childhood. My thickly-marked, Fruit-Loop colorings and blurred characters console me about my constant house-swapping because
Torn in each direction Heavily each force draws Enveloping the sole will Yearning to be free Except it’s not enough X over each lie and fault Perceiving gone they still are there
Yesterday is one less piece in forever. Onward moving without regret, Understanding nothing of human pain. Sometimes it would be nice to put Time on a leash, Eventually It could understand what it puts us through.
There is something missing between there and here Hope is not enough to cross the great divide Everything is riding on this Choosing whether to stand or run Having lost sight of the road Under darkness we fall
Have you heard a mocking bird? Every time he sings it is another bird’s song— Just mockery exits his throat, Only to lure someone into a bigger trap. I know some mocking birds well— Never a fowl word,
Maybe this is a beginning of a story, You’ll never know. Far from the beginning and the end, Another person might see the truth. The question is can you? Hearing only what you care to,
As I aim to try, though I work and cry, It's all just a lie which I will not deny. I try to gain, in introspect, A sense of wonder and respect.
I could talk for hours about time. Time is the catalyst to all things. The good times, the bad times. The time we wished was still here and the time to come.
Every morningIts the same.I stay in bed Counting the minutes until Dementia comes to wake me up. Alas the light turns onAnd the fans go offAnd everything becomes Dead and silent.
I've came a long way, from being teased to switching my tassle, I always figured my life was a hassle, Waking up wishing bullies would go away, I just couldn't grasp the concept of it in a way,
Sometimes I just walk I walk with no destination in mind Away from the flock There are no signs I just walk
there aimlessly floating above cranium slowly envel( o p i n g mind to airy delirium grasped and clenched then stole presence. so no longer occupy space around: the reality you deny
It’s in the broken hours of the night that minds pace through hallways of a never-ending maze Sleep is just the prize of a game we barely play We don’t need to close our eyes to see what we fear
Thinking, hard and easy. Hard when you have 50 thoughts and you only need 1. Easy when you have 50 thoughts and you only need 1. Thinking. When I play chess I think till I win.
At certain times The human brain allows us to believe falsified things
I wonder what it feels like to drown in the sky Dancing above the rooftops Watching time fly by Inhaling all the clouds If I had a breath to breathe it’d rip it from my lungs As I sank closer to the stars
Dark galore The minute my hands shut the door Blank music sheets spread on the floor Spiderwebs on the stairs
In body, I am much the same, The mind however's, a different game. I am not bound, on earth to tread, Nor to sail, the seas of dread. Not constrained, by death or time, I am free, I've learned to fly.
My days are blurring over Everything turning into one dark grey The thoughts I think all different shades Cool, Dark. Subtle, Sudden. Shocking, Gawking… The greys chase eachother through my mind
I could have escaped life without even dying I could have had tears come down without even crying I could have made an effort without even trying I could have not spoke the truth, but no, i was not lying
As I sit and think I don't know what to think about Should I think about the day, the sun, the moon, the night? Should I think about music, it's flats, sharps, and it's lines?
Live life Love life Live happy. Be happy Stay happy Live a life of happiness and always be alive.
The day I saw my superhero first cry Was the day that she deployed That wall she had built ten feet high Cracked until it was destroyed And when she came back with fear She killed her sorrows drink after drink It was like she wasn’t here It was li
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