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I'm Fine"Are you okay?"I'm Fine4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
That's all they say.
And I leave behind
These words in my mind.
I'm broken, I'm dying.
Inside, I'm crying.
There are wounds beneath my skin.
There are trials I face within.
There are things I just can't say.
There are people I must betray.
Beneath a smile, I feel pain.
Behind the sun, there's always a little rain.
And beneath these words I hold in my head...
There's always the thing I say instead.
I leave the truth behind..
So when they say, "are you okay?"
I always say, "I'm fine."
No Longer a Little GirlDear imagination, can't you be the thing you wereNo Longer a Little Girl1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Butterflies and daffodils and happiness so pure
Sunny skies and lullabies and dreams of what could be
Hidden worlds and wonderlands of things they couldn't see
Shining gowns and silver crowns for dancing with the prince
Twirling with excitement, though the others weren't convinced
Dear intimidation, did you find it to be true
All I ever needed was an overdose of you
Silly stares and laughter slowly flood a child's mind
Making me abandon every daydream I could find
Lost beneath the shadows of the sky so dark and dead
Far too weak to turn around, yet scared of things ahead
Dear destructive ten
What Happened?I used to think make upWhat Happened?1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Made people ugly.
Now I think I'm ugly without it.
I used to think people
Always loved me.
Now I think everyone hates me.
I used to think everybody
Was my best friend.
Now I think no one truly is.
I used to think
Boys were icky!
Now I wish I had one.
What happened to being
Happy?
DisappearWishing to disappearDisappear3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
never to existed in their mind
no reason to cheer
this is why I was designed
there's a cloud over me and its raining knives
all smiles are faked
no one hears his cry's
as he sits there shivers and shakes
doesn't even try to reach out because there's nothing there
only my own numb stare
no desire to fight the devils wrenches
would anyone notice if I could disappear
because Im starting to feel warm in these trenches
would they even shed a tear?
Sick of the acting
let me compost with the dirt
live????..... ill think Ill be passing
lets make sure this hurts
still wishing to disappear
lets seal this coffin with a drop of b
In a Little Girl's MindThere sits the girl with the things in her eyesIn a Little Girl's Mind4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Monsters, destruction, and sweet butterflies
Hopscotch and daisies, surrounded by screams
Beautiful dresses now torn at the seams
Crayons and paintbrushes, villains and grins
Young, gladsome innocence, hatred and sins
Little red houses on roads left to fade
Gorgeous moonlight shining off of the blade
Blood pouring out as she cries her own name
Knowing she's forced to take each bit of blame
She could have stopped it and left it behind
All of these things in her troubled young mind
She could have saved them if she dared to try
Rather, though, she left herself there to die.
Now, other
Do You?Every scar tells a story...Do You?4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A cross for the time I doubted God,
Four down the middle,
Because three was odd.
One for the insults,
And how my heart breaks.
Seven for the time he was ripped away.
Eight for the time you left me alone,
Six for the time,
I lost my home.
My scars talk.
And you listen.
But you don't hear.
You don't hear,
My doubts and fears.
My insecurities and confusion,
They do not exist in your illusion.
I have been ripped away from what I need.
And what I need,
Is to grieve,
And bleed.
My scars tell a story.
I have a reason for what I do.
My scars tell a story.
But you don't hear,
Do you?
Good Enough... for YOU.As I sit here cradling the blade in my handsGood Enough... for YOU.3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Treasuring the moments I wish that I had
I can't stop growing more lost and confused
I can't stop thinking... am I good enough for you?
As I sit here, wrapping the rope around my neck
No one will understand a meaning so complex
I simply can't stop thinking about it somehow
Thinking, am I good enough for you now?
As I sit here, pulling the trigger on the gun
I think, maybe I was never meant for "the one"...
And ...
Bam
goes the bullet.
For when I think it through...
I really won't ever be good enough for you.
Freaks ShowFingers scratching at my wrist,Freaks Show4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wanting a beautiful kiss.
The lips they know too well,
Gradually I feel my mind compelling,
Back to almost a month ago,
When I was still apart of the freak show.
Dancing on the stage,
With a pointy blade,
Focused on a luscious vein.
The oh's and ah's of the crowd causes pain,
I finally notice how different I really am.
I finally notice there is nothing I can,
Do to pick up the glass without getting cut.
I finally noticed that all I am is a nut.
I finally noticed that deep down I'm in the freak show for life,
I can no longer hide and fight,
The true me when it's thriving to come out.
In this moment I do doubt,
T
Life in the ShadowsIs it wrong that I feel this way?Life in the Shadows3 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Am I wrong because I'm...
Different?
The feeling if being normal,
I miss it.
I can't tell anyone;
I'm so afraid.
The way I was,
I should've stayed.
Is this really a disease?
Is there really no cure?
I'm so confused;
God made me,
Yet God is pure.
So what you're saying,
Is I should change?
That I'm wrong,
Because I'm gay?
Don't tell me that.
I refuse to change who I am.
You don't own me.
I mean,
Damn.
tICK TiCKI'm one of you,tICK TiCK3 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Cut me,
And I'll bleed.
Slice through my skin,
You'll see.
I cry tears,
Just the same.
You hurt me,
Without even knowing my name.
Stop my heart,
I swear I'll die.
To see the truth,
Look in my eyes.
Don't ever stop to think,
How your words affect me.
*blink**blink*
You've missed it.
All your words were shit.
They just keep coming and coming,
Never stop.
I smashed the windows,
And broke the clocks.
So tick,
Tick,
Tick,
Tick,
Tick,
Tick.
B
O
O
M
ScreamingScreaming on the inside,Screaming2 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Smiling on the out.
I don't need this torture;
I don't need this doubt.
I'm sick of denial;
I'm sick of these lies.
Once, just once,
My smile should reach my eyes.
My scars are fading;
My courage is gone.
Everyone's jaded,
It's time I move on.
To a world with no sadness,
Lies,
Or fear.
A world of wonder,
Lingers near.
A slip of the knife,
Like a slip of the tongue.
I've ended my life.
I'm finally done.
I Have Never Really Known YouI see you're hurting.I Have Never Really Known You2 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I try to help.
I can't reach you.
Can anyone else?
The one who loves you,
Does he hear your plea?
If anyone does,
It's not me.
I know you are strong,
But it's okay to be weak.
It's okay to fall down;
It's okay to be meek.
Before you fall,
In that briar patch,
You should know,
I have your back.
We laugh,
Together.
We cry,
Together.
Soul Best Friends For Like,
Fucking Ever.
Our time together,
Will never pass.
Jump off a bridge,
I'll get on my boat,
And save your ass.
I Love You, DaddyDaddy, please don't touch me.I Love You, Daddy3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
It doesn't feel good.
It makes me feel..
Naughty.
Daddy, please don't hit me.
I didn't mean to disappoint you.
When you hit me, it makes me feel...
Bad.
Daddy, please don't hurt her.
Mommy didn't do anything.
When you hit her, it makes me feel..
Mad.
Daddy, please don't say you love me.
I know you're lying.
When you say you still want me, it makes me feel...
Sad.
Daddy, please stop screaming at her.
You already killed her.
When you scream at her, it makes me feel..
Angry.
Daddy, stay there.
Let me sink the knife into your throat.
When you bleed, it makes me feel..
Alive.
Daddy, aren't you happy now?
As you
Finishing the RaceStarving children reaching out for mommy's hand to holdFinishing the Race1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pretty little princess crying due to ruined gold
Infants losing breaths and toddlers drenched in broken bones
Lady in a shining gown without her silver throne
Parents fearing for their lives as bullets fight the wind
Teenage girl in tears due to a blemish on her skin
See the people dying with a grin upon their face…
Since they saw that winning just meant finishing the race…
When I SaidWhen I said I wanted a fairy taleWhen I Said2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I meant I wanted a prince.
I didn't want to be locked in a
Tower.
I didn't want to be fought by a
Wicked Witch.
I didn't want
This.
When I said I wanted a fairy tale
I meant I wanted to be a princess.
I didn't want to watch a rose
Die.
I didn't want to wear the gown
Temporarily.
I wanted it
Forever.
See,
When I said I wanted a fairy tale...
I expected it to end in a
Happily
Ever
After.
But i never expected it to end like this.
Me.Anorexic.Me.3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Obese.
Funny.
Stupid.
Idiotic.
Retarded.
Lame.
Emo.
Scene.
Slut.
Disgusting.
Attention seeker.
Obsessive.
Label.
Stereotype.
...
Me.
Bipolar DisorderLook over your shoulder. They're watching you.Bipolar Disorder5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tighten your stomach muscles.
Bounce your leg up and down.
Faster.
Faster.
"Are you okay?"
No.
"I'm fine."
Shut up.
Don't say anything.
Feel it, feel the thoughts melting from your mind.
Freeze.
Stare.
Laugh.
"What are you doing?"
Dying.
"Nothing."
They're behind you.
Kill them before they kill you.
"What's wrong?"
Please save me.
"Nothing."
Crazy. You're crazy.
No one wants you.
Pull the trigger.
Do it.
"Please tell me what's wrong."
You wouldn't understand.
"Nothing."
Laugh.
Smile.
Scream.
"Who are you? I don't know you anymore."
I'm a nobody.
I am Bipolar Dis
You're Not?You're anorexic if you're thinYou're Not?3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're not? Then you're obese.
If you're different, you're insane
You're not? Then you're a fake.
If you're happy, you're hiding something.
You're not? You must be emo.
If you're dating, you're a slut.
You're not? You must have no friends.
If you're popular, you're a jerk.
You're not? You're a nobody.
If you're quiet, you must be disabled.
You're not? You obnoxious freak.
If you're you, you're wrong.
You're not?
Then you must be perfect.
SuicideI'm not okay.Suicide4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm not "free."
I'm not the me,
You think to be me.
I'm falling up,
Into a beautiful sky of blood.
All of it's mine,
Leaving my body,
In a torrential flood.
I want to leave,
Pop those pills.
Join Death,
In roaming the rolling hills.
I want my canvas,
Of blood and skin.
I want my body destroyed,
To commit that beautiful sin.
I want the pain,
The poison and death.
I want that exhilaration,
And loss of breath.
I want to die,
And go away.
So I shall take my life,
Today.
I am a labelI slid the blade across my wristI am a label3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Once
Twice
Again and again.
Maybe I’m an emotional freak.
I cause fights and arguments
Over
And over
Again.
Maybe I’m a troublemaker.
I use make up to make myself seem
Better
And…
Prettier.
Maybe I’m girly.
I complain about things
Even when sometimes
They’re not
That
Bad.
Maybe I’m an attention seeker.
I fall under so many
Stereotypes.
So maybe I am a label.
Or maybe
I’m just me.
So much time, so little to doI have seen the beauty of a dove beneath the skiesSo much time, so little to do3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have told the harshest truths, and I have told some lies
I have seen a child cry into its mother's arms
I have been that weeping girl who held onto self-harm
I have heard the laughter of a man about to die
I have seen the anger resting deep within their eyes
I have been the victim of my own disgusting thoughts
I have seen the best of people slowly start to rot
I have felt the heartache; I have seen a love go blue…
So much time is left to spare, but so much less to do…
AsylumWho are you?Asylum3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where are you?
What... are you?
The blinding white walls
Closing in on you
Trapping you
Drowning you.
Who are you?
Certainly not
yourself.
Certainly not that
happy little girl
jumping through fairy tales
as a sunset paints the silver sky.
Where are you?
Certainly not
home.
Definitely not where
you'd want to be.
What are you?
Certainly not
wanted.
Obviously not
needed.
Blood, scars, wounds.
Pain.
Torture.
All you see are shadows
In a room of white walls...
And That's Wrong.You're fat.And That's Wrong.1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or maybe you're
Anorexic...
I don't know.
But you're not perfect.
And that's wrong.
You're ugly.
Or maybe you're
Fake...
But you're not perfect.
And that's wrong.
You're quiet.
Or maybe you're
Obnoxious...
But you're not perfect.
And that's wrong.
You're you.
Or maybe you're
like everybody else?
Well.
You're not perfect.
And that's wrong.
Sta.sh
