latly ive been trying to start my poetry back up.... yes i know it kinda stinks right now.... but i used to be preaty good... heres a few that ive recently done... not really real poetry just free verse crap... but yea... i have taken the curtosy of **** out my cuswords
i sit here wondering how peacful it is to be dead
watching all these kids
laugh and play
tell there secrets and there lies
hold there hands and kiss
while i sit and slowly wish i wud die
walk outside and every1 runs
hatred and disgust vibrates off them
they curse and trow things at me
call me a freak
but they dont know
they think that there parents saying no to a new pruse is devestating
they dont know what pain is
they dont know about my nightmares
or feelings
they dont know how it is to cry yourself to sleep every night.. wake up in pain..... have dreams of you being raped and torn appart in every direction
they think a little but smaking hurts
how about haveing 5 people beating you bloody....
f***in disgusts me
men refer to there women as b****es and w****s.....
they dont even love them
they dont even know what they really want
in the end every 1 is sad
we all wish we could die....
but its thata little hair of hope.... that keeps us going
we hide from every1
fake our happyness
so they leave us be
but only others who feel our pain
will ever understand
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So I did it
I slit my wrists
I took my life
And found I'm missed
I glance back down
On life thats now
Everything is different
I shall tell you how
My parents cried
I'm suprised thay care
To see them like this
I cannot bare
My sister is down
And my friends are mad
Who would of known
That they would be so sad
My home is silent
A penny has fell
My family has truely
Gone through Hell
My friends gone weird
There is something new
I hear no laughs
Not even a few
I see my grave
Fresh flowers around
Little notes
Scatter the ground
So now I wish
To take it back
To be alive
Back on the track
But It's finished
I am but dead
I miss those words
That no-one said
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as i lay awake
covered in severed pain
life as we know slowly dies
mourning for his lost love
cannot feel happyness
death and pain take place
peace and serenity are inexistant
suicide is in mind
hatred fills the wound
peoples words hurt so
the society has condemed him
life continues to diminish
dreams start to die
love has died
the people he trusted sell him out
his famly disowns him
sees his faithful knife
calls upon it to settle the debt
sees the bottle of alcohol
drowns his sorrows
feels that he is ready to make one last standout
as his last act
he kills himself
his pain is givin to all the people who caused this
slowly presses his key to peace against him
slowly watches the pain pour out
slowly beings to smile
pain dies
life dies
serenitity comes
happyness comes
peace comes...
his dark pain consumes every thing and everyone
people see what they have done...
they finaly got what they wanted and yet they finaly care
its to late
the damage is done
they killed me
and now there sorry
they wished for me dead
and so i give them my death
but now they cry
wishing for me back
they see how it is without me
no one to be there for them
all they can do is cry
and say there sorry
for killing me
but they dont mean it
no one does
