SuicideThe peace death brings,Suicide in Free Verse More Like This
It tempts me greatly.
I say I will never end it,
But when you feel like living death,
What is the point?
When life brings you so much pain,
And death promises peace,
Why fight it?
I already feel like I am slowly dying,
Why not speed up the process and put my suffering to an end?
Stick to GodSticks and stones may break my bones,Stick to God in Short Stories More Like This
But words will never hurt me.
What a lie.
Words are the greatest weapon,
Shattering the heart.
Becuase she smiles and laughs,
She is happy.
Maybe you're wrong.
The smiles may be a mask,
Hiding her deepest pain.
He has everything you could want,
His life is perfect.
There is more.
If he does not have God,
He doesn't not have what is most important.
Though the words shatter hearts,
God fixes them.
Though she is in pain,
God heals her.
Though he has much,
God will give him what is most important.
God is our all in all.
He protects us.
All of us
Whether you believe or not.
SilenceI feel so alone.Silence in Emotional More Like This
"Is anyone there?"
Silence answers me.
You are alone because no one cares.
They never will.
Shut up, shut up, shut up...
The only thing you're good at is being used by everyone.
Give them all what they want.
But you don't deserve to get anything you want.
Don't ask why.
Go away, go away, go away...
No cares about you.
No one loves you.
Go ahead and cut yourself you coward.
It's the only thing you have.
Leave me alone, leave me alone, LEAVE ME ALONE!
Broken DreamsWords emerge and crashBroken Dreams in Free Verse More Like This
shattered onto jagged shores,
while broken breaths heave
from stormy seas,
and tears leap
of rushing rapids.
And cracked lips plead
do not leave me here,
while none so dry eyes
beg even harder with need,
as one hand grabs
for what it knows the ends.
And the bells of broken dreams
rain from skys of ruin,
falling hopeless on a chest
haunted by a black heart,
and these lost thoughts
cry on deaf ears of one indifferent.
As everything mixes in sorrow and
ruins the sun in it's blue heaven,
Worlds lost lose again
while those creul save,
and you watch light come
from above the waters you down in.
StopStop it please,Stop in Free Verse More Like This
Stop yelling at me,
I can't take it,
Please oh please stop,
Stop yelling at me!
I Still Believe In LoveI believe in love,I Still Believe In Love in Free Verse More Like This
the kind that
brings you to your knees when it leaves.
that hoveres on your lips
and waits for the perfect chance
to leap forth
and land on anothers' heart.
that brings two together
in marriage forever.
that drives you
to do anything with your heart
to hold your partners' love in your palms,
sheltering it with a kiss.
The right love
that never leaves once found,
yes I still believe in love.
Love Makes You HumanI am tired.Love Makes You Human in Free Verse More Like This
Tired of knowing my presence is harming people,
Because they try to help me,
When they should help themselves.
I'm tired of being human.
I'm tired of loving people,
Becuase I feel their pains as if it were my own,
And I know that I can't help them,
No matter how hard I try.
But I can't and don't want to stop loving them.
But this is the price of love isn't it,
It makes you human.
Live to Die Another DayWhen all you want to do is die,Live to Die Another Day in Free Verse More Like This
Just hold your head up high.
Tell the bullies, "I am fine,"
"This life is not yours, it's mine."
Don't let them win,
Not always by blood but you have got kin.
The world is blind and they have hurt you,
I know how that feels too.
But you can get passed this if you try,
And you do not wave this life goodbye.
They have hurt you so many times,
And that is one of the worst crimes.
So throw them in a jail,
Where they will get no bail.
That is your heart it is strong lock them out,
And walk away while in disapointment they pout.
Because you are neaver alone,
Happiness will be your new tone.
Please you have to trust,
Because heal you must.
So please do not run,
Please rather put down the gun.
I know it is very very hard,
I too have been scarred.
But I have begun to heal,
As you will to if you let yourself continue to feel.
Life is hard at times and you want to end it,
But do not go out in a fit.
Rather hold your head up high and say,
"I lived through another day
Torn in TwoMy scars do not define me.Torn in Two in Free Verse More Like This
They are all I am.
The madness is waiting to take me.
It already ate me.
I do not know who I am.
I am a monster waiting to strike.
You all need to leave me before I hurt you.
Please do not leave me alone.
I was alone before I was born.
I do not think I was born alive rather dead.
This mind is waiting to die.
This heart is pleading for life.
Someone please save me.
Leave me to die on my own so you don't have to see.
Someday I hope I can take my mask off.
I know not to hide is to wish for punishment.
I do not deserve anything but pain.
What did I ever do to deserve this.
My agonized cries go out to be heard.
I can never ask for a voice.
I do not know what to do.
I know there is only one thing to do.
I'm the girlI'm the girl who has been harassed her whole life,I'm the girl in Short Stories More Like This
Because she listened to the teachers and did as she was told.
I'm the girl who has been physically abused for lots of her life,
Because she wanted to be herself.
I'm the girl who doesn't understand why you would ever want to help her,
Because she is worth nothing to the world.
I'm the girl who feels alone in the world,
Because no one ever wanted to be with her.
I'm the girl who used to sit alone at school,
Because no one ever wanted to sit with her.
I'm the girl who a few people desided to sit with and befriend,
Because they had nothing better to do at the time so they betrayed her about a year later.
I'm the girl who gets used by everyone when she does have something,
Because that's the way this world thinks.
I'm the girl who is tossed to the wind,
Because she no longer has anything anyone would want.
I'm the girl who is losing her ability to trust,
Because of the yo-yo effect of friendship and betrayal through her entire life.
For There to be an Average...not good enoughFor There to be an Average... in Free Verse More Like This
I'm not good enough.
I AM NOT GOOD ENOUGH.
I don't deserve to be here.
I AM WASTING MY LIFE.
I'm not good enough.
I wasn't good enough for her.
I RAN AWAY FROM HER. AGAIN.
I'm not good enough.
I keep trying harder, but still,
I DON'T UNDERSTAND.
I'm going crazy.
I am becoming insane.
IS THIS TRYING HARD ENOUGH?
I'm falling apart.
I can no longer hold my pieces together.
THEY ALL KNOW I'M NOT GOOD ENOUGH.
I want to try harder.
I want to improve myself
BUT I CAN NO LONGER FUNCTION.
not good enough
I'm not good enough.
I AM NOT GOOD ENOUGH.
I've snapped...If only you could see how truly disturbed I am,I've snapped... in Free Verse More Like This
As you constantly don't see me in your day to day life.
You see only the shell that once housed the person
Whom people who assume I exist think I surely must be.
Ha! How naive! That person is dead! Finally banished!
The person you think you see tried to kill me
Out of convenience and take over my body,
Using the relatively healthy shell to form a life
That met the status quo. That person was always miserable,
Never happy, always longing and bitter and cold.
Finally, the shell began to deteriorate and my true self returned.
Stronger than ever and with a vengeance.
You wouldn't believe how much I both hated and missed myself.
A personality so selfishly oblivious as to laugh at abuse
And break the peaceful stillness with a shout and a pillowfight.
Yes, that person is back in control, and this new person, this old-new life:
It is going to whatever hell it came from.
Yes, something in me has finally snapped.
I have matured to the point where I
Damned Suicidal Gay KidsI read a poem about gay kids and cry,Damned Suicidal Gay Kids in Free Verse More Like This
Thinking of all the times I tried to die.
No, it's not fair, but that is life,
Which is why so many want to end their strife.
Then one day, when I felt hopelessly shut out,
Another girl came along with a kiss and a pout.
We made a double promise that neither could die,
And I told her how badly I wished I could lie.
So happy she made me, I chose to come out,
But all my father did for hours was shout.
It was three months before he said another word,
But when he did, the whole world could have heard.
They said that they raised me better than this,
But what's better than love, deeper than a kiss?
I'd tried to date boys, and I'd tried to drop hints,
But they'd laugh at his attempted kiss and my wince.
Five times I have tried so weakly to die,
But not since the promise, for I don't lie.
The last time, I was arrested, for I had come close,
But they put me under observance and doubled my dose.
So I sit reading poems and try not to cry,
As I think of my gir
CyclicalA drink to seal the night away,Cyclical in Free Verse More Like This
A drink to keep my fears at bay,
So I can shut my eyes tight,
And enjoy the lack of light.
Two pills to start my day off right,
Two pills to give me a will to fight,
So I can open my eyes up and observe
All the beauty that no one deserves.
The InteriorSalted water drips from a crack in a stone;The Interior in Free Verse More Like This
The crack widens until the stone splits,
Revealing an interior of moss and decaying matter,
Left to rot from assuming the rock was solid.
The Other PeopleWhen the economy started to go down,The Other People in Free Verse More Like This
The news talked about stocks, and businesses.
They didn't talk about the people who lost their jobs.
When people talk about college,
They talk about "higher education" and opportunity.
They don't talk about the people who struggle through it.
Does anyone take notice of the people?
The rich kids whose parents pay for college,
Or the "other" students, who have to drop out
Because their parent will not co-sign a loan.
History remembers the numbers, but not the people.
Do you think everyone enjoyed the Rennaissance?
Even the workers in the quarries who mined the stone
From which the Greats sculpted their masterpieces?
Behind every statistic is an invisible people,
Figting to break out of their statistical mould.
Fighting, not to be remembered in history books,
But to get through the lives that no one sees.