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Home?She sat upon the porch step
Wishing for passersby to notice
How much she needed help.
Her family screaming from inside;
A family fight had broken out,
And she was alone once more trying
To find ways to cope with every
Day life and the demands of such.
Not much made her smile
And not much made her happy
When she knew every day she would
Need to return to her home.
A house is hardly a home when
Love doesn't knock on the door
Even once in a while.
Earn Your LoveA game of cat and mouse, I propose to you.
Come hunt me, chase me, run after me, too.
Climb to the highest peak and search the seas
for you'll never find a nimbler man like me.
Yearn not for the goal, but for the chase.
In the end you'll have me, yet stare into my face
and see that which you have come to long for
is now yours forever more.
Remember what you did to earn the rights of kin
to be trusted, lusted, and beheld within
the confines of my arms and being
within my heart and soul for loving.
Without Me poem
Things these days just don't feel quite right
There is darkness where once was light
I try to break free of these chains
I hope for sun but it just rains
Sorrow slowly devours me
Why does no one answer my plea?
Nightmares have replaced every dream
But no one hears a mute girl scream
I look through the holes in this mask
I cry but you don't even ask
Maybe you know but just don't care
It is like I'm not even there
I'm trapped inside this tiny shell
I hate it, this life feels like hell
It seems like no one cares about me
Perhaps this is how things should be
If I left, the world would be bright
Nobody would quarrel or fight
Scolding metal against my skin
I press harder the more it hurts
Wince as I let the pain sink in
I grab one of my blood stained shirts
Dampen the cloth with some water
The coolness soothes my damaged flesh
The stove top has gotten hotter
A burner hits some skin that's fresh
Stuck in a loop of self touture
My only method of release
I like the pain, don't want a cure
I want to die, to rest in peace
She doesn't like what I do but
There's no way that I will be turned
She said I could no longer cut
She doesn't know my skin is burned
Music Saves My Life
Music Saves My Life
In the silence
I realize I am alone
No one there to comfort me
To hold me
To wipe my tears away
I turn it on
Sweet melodies taking me over
Music saves my life
In the daylight
I am surrounded by
People who think they know me
But they don't know my past
I play it louder
Loosing myself in lyrics
When nothing and no one matters anymore
When I don't care if I live or die
Music saves my life
People always try to
And that's when
Music saves me
PainSilent tears slide down her cheeks,
as mute sobs wrack her body.
Sharp words stab her heart,
lodged deep within, hidden.
Her pain, unbearable;
invisible, yet present.
The Plight of Erin KriePlease,
I need your help!
Years I've cried,
Yet nobody has come!
I am trapped,
Trapped within my own mind.
And I want it to stop!
I've lied to you.
When you've asked,
I said that I was fine.
I've cut myself,
I've drank poisons,
I've tightened the noose.
I still live.
When I try,
They turn away.
Will you look?
Will you help?
Will you be a hero
When nobody else is?
I roll down my sleeves
To protect people from feeling like they have to care.
You seem to notice my pain.
Why are you quiet?
You're just like me.
You've held the knife,
You've held the bottle,
You've worn the no
my screamsI wish to see,
i want people to see,
the art that flows threw my hands,
the rythem of my heart,
the tempo of the raping of keys,
i want them to live in my shoes,
to thrive and learn from my mistakes,
i want to guide,
i want to save lives.
I see pain,
i see anger,
i see greed,
i want this choas to stop,
i plug my ears and scream,
i scream and scream,
the only words i scream,
is " save them, save them",
"take my life and save them",
i repeat my screams,
as tears swell in my eyes,
my pain turns to sadness,
my screams change,
my screams change,
i am angry at my self,
i am sad,
and i yell,
"some one please s
My EmotionsWhy do you call me insane,
Cant you see that brings me pain,
Does it bring you ease,
when you give my emotions a squeeze,
But not all is bad,
I will forget you and it will not be so bad,
but for now I listen ,
while my emotions bleed and glisten .
WhO aM i?WhO?
I lOoK iN tHe MiRrOr
AnD sEe A cOmPlEtE sTrAnGeR
Im So CoLd
PeOpLe FeAr Me
ThEy SaY tHaT ThEy ArE ScArEd Of Me
PlEaSe DoNt Be
Cuts and bruisesthese cuts and bruises wont seem to hide
just how dead i feel inside
so carve my name into your skin
let me in, to live in sin.
write my name into the wall
so i can see above it all
the shattered cracks on the window pain
will bring me life,
But an end all the same.
draw my face into your shame
heres my heart, its yours to claim
but just remember, my soul is brused
from a broken heart,
that was already used.
InvisibleInvisible has two meanings...
The most common is something not being visible to ones eye,
But there is another.
Invisible can mean being ignored, forgotten, and unwanted, but can you tell me why?..
She walks through the hallway, quiet as she can,
If and when her books fall, no one gives her a helping hand.
She keeps her head low, and her frown strong...
She's wanted to be noticed for oh so long.
No shoulder to cry on, no comfort at all,
in the sea of popularity she is oh so very small.
Class mates to her means just being bullied and verbally abused,
told mean words, and overall just plain used.
She wonders why people say these wor
Find My Place
I want to find a place
That I can rest my head and say,
"I belong here",
Because I've never had a place
That I truly felt like this.
In everywhere that I've been,
There has been someone
Who made me feel like
I was weird.
I want to find that place
Where everyone can see past
My blemishes and pools of tears
To see the girl that is inside.
If you'd only look past
My wall of sarcasm
And barrier of useless tidbits
To see that I'm just a girl
Like all of the rest:
I dream of a prince
And cry whenever my heart
Is crushed by a frog.
I just want to find a place
That realizes that though
I'm a bit odd,
I'm just a girl that's try
Self-AbuseTheir attempts at giving comforting words
Fall on deaf ears.
The classes I have tried
Were all wastes of time.
I thought I had gotten better
My bruises run deep.
None of my friends know
Of this self-abuse.
I have taken "beating yourself up"
To a level none knew existed.
Nobody truely knows.
I have told no one.
I am sad all the time.
Even this glorious rain shower does not take
My desire to cry.
There are others
Who are like me.
None are available to me.
There is no one to tell me to stop
Punching and listening to sad songs.
I am too far into this
To be helped.
Do not try to tell me to stop
You will make this
Falling BlindlyFalling Blindly (by Dr. James (email@example.com))
But no one hears me
Or does it mean they do not care.
Deeper I fall the more pressure on me
Does anyone know that I have fallen deep
With dreams of happiness shattered like glass
My world drips into flowing blacken sludge
For now there is no rescue for me .
The Pain Inside The Pain Inside
Let my inner scars have meaning.
Let my external pain have a purpose.
Let the demons of my soul be tamed by the light of awareness.
Let others understand who I am and who I am not.
Let my past not to be judged by others.
Let me paint my own future
Let those commend my successes, but respect my pain.
Let me be me the whole me, heart, mind, body, and soul.
Let all know the whole me and not stigmatize parts of me.
Accept me learn with me share with me believe in me,
Then we will thrive to understand and together we shall reach a true awareness.
Do you know the taste of the universe?One day, when you’re five years old and made out of fractured sunlight and mirror shards, you sit down on the bench of the MAX train. You’re dressed in your winter coat and boots that are too big and one of your parents has pulled your hat too close over your ears.
You’re sitting next to your mother, and on the other side is a man that smells like loneliness, something that you’ll later know as cigarettes and alcohol and homelessness. He’s crying quietly into the top of his jacket and you’re scared to look because you’ve never seen an adult cry.
The train ride goes on for five minutes, which is a lo
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