
These are some poems that me and my friends have written.
A face
A face devoid of love and grace,
A hateful hard successful face.
A face at which a heart would feel,
At ease when last time touched to heal.
Change
Emotionally drained by a troubled life,
Need to change now I can no longer fight,
Depression takes its toll.
As the night draws to a close,
Thoughts fill my head,
‘If I was gone would people care’?
This is not how I wanted it to end,
I would leave too many people behind,
Those that I hold near,
A new way of life is all I need,
But may resort to death instead.
The feelings often become overpowering,
If only people knew.
If I had one day where I felt complete,
I would never want to turn back,
Had another chance of a new beginning,
I wouldn’t need to think twice,
But all that seems such a dream.
Thoughts of suicide spring to mind,
They say it’s quick but who’s to judge?
Life hanging by a thread,
Can’t hold on much longer,
These feelings that I dread.
I can always hope to be put out of my misery,
Although I wish it would come soon,
The frustration, the guilt, the sorrow, the sadness,
What is wrong with this world?
So many faults come disaster,
But it’s a fault of us all,
You, me, we’re all to blame,
We wrecked it for ourselves.
As I’m writing this I’m sure some people are the same,
So depressed, so hurt, lying awake on their beds.
Thoughts running through their minds, ‘Well what if I was dead?’
These days some people don’t understand what it’s like to be different,
Making others’ lives hell if they could only see,
Live a day in the life of those different,
They would not cope.
I would do anything to trade my life with another,
It used to be my last wish at night,
As the weeks went on I gave up hoping,
And have been struggling ever since.
I used to believe that miracles happen,
But that thought left with my happiness.
My friends, my family, they cant help at all.
I wish to be reborn again,
Into a life I can feel this completion,
Into a life I can lead.
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Underneath this pile of dead
He lies sleeping in his bed
Infants drowning underwater
Burning churches light the slaughter
Waits beneath his family's corpses
Till he's safe from fascist forces
Rising up from underground
Nothing left can break him now
Puts the sheltered into lines
Sending bullets through their minds
Your sellout-culture-decade's dead
Your futures in the blood we've shed
His blood is burning, taking form
Flowing free, this crimson storm
Wondering if now and then
She feels his heartbeat on the wind
Another time, his mind will stray
As he slowly fades away
Born from nowhere into nothing
Begging God to give him something
Crawling foreword on his knees
Hands are bound until they bleed
All he hears is labored breathing
Tortures souls beneath him, screaming.
Story of a girl
This is the story of a girl
the happiest girl in the world
always the one with a friend
the girl who would always lend a hand
The one who would dry your tears
and chase away your fears
turn your grey skies blue
when you didn't know what else to do
She’d do anything for you
But when it came to helping herself
she never knew how
she turned to razors and ropes
the only way she knew how to cope
At night she'd cry alone in her bed
remembering what everyone had said
"What a happy girl you are
bright smile upon your lips
what a bright young mind you have
and gorgeous flowing brown hair that flips
with the turn of your head"
What a lie all of that is she thought
my smile is a cover to hide my heartache
my mind is hurting me its slowing going to rot
and my hair is the very attribute I most hate!
She never knew why she felt this way
she never understood why she always hid
all her pain, hate and guilt
for her confidence maybe?
She’s done so well for it to be built
Now she would worry no more
she dried her eyes took one deep breath
contemplating which way she'd like best to go
how should she go about her death?
A rope, a gun, a knife?
All weapons to take her life.
She took one last look at the girl
everyone seems to love
stared into the mirror
at the reflection
of deceiving perfection
Feeling like she had
no more strength to go on
she reached for her knife
to finally end her painful life
In her chest the blade went
choking and coughing
on her very own blood
she fell to the ground
wishing and pleading to be found
She was realizing what she had done
when it was all too late
"What have I done?
I'm not ready to go
I still have way too much
to go through,
I'm too young to die
please don't let me die.
Why did I do this?"
This is the story of a girl
that everyone thought
was the happiest girl in the world
tortured to death inside
haunted by depression in her mind
no-one seemed to realize the way she felt
and now for her its too late
her life is over not able to clear the hate
this shouldn't have been her fate.
Hold me
Keep me warm
hold me until dawn
without you its true
i just cant see this through
you know i care
so let me be there with you my love.
Just hold me
Just hold me
oh hold me true love forever
your simple embrace comforts my heart
your every smile my time treasured joy
look in my eyes
it is us that lives this moment
hold me now dearest love
rest easy in my heart
time is fleeting
and shall someday rip us apart
but here now in your arms i rest
so true so real so precious to me
for in your heart i found i belong
a fairy tale dream once upon a time come true
here in your arms is where i wish to be
this now and place with you.
Too much time
At the root of insanity
is havin to much time on your hands
to much time to think
too much time to remember past hurts
and to wish things could be different
Too much time spent alone
staring at these same four walls
with too much time to think
to remember past hurts
and to wish things were different
Got rid of myself of this insanity
ill busy myself with a flurry of activities
and seek the companionship of others
they'll tell me time heals all wounds
But for now ill still cry
when i have too much time to think
and remember past hurts
wishing things are different.
When im hurting
Its easier for you to walk away
than it is for you to reach out to me
its easier for you to look away
than it is for you to see the depth of my despair
its easier for you to look through me
than it is for you to see me
its easier for you to distance yourself
than it is for you to really care
its easier for you to hear
than it is for you to listen
its easier for you to judge
than it is for you to understand
its easier for you to label
than it is to get acquainted
its easier for you to bask in your joy
than it is for you to feel mty pain
its easier for you to bewilder at my mysteries
than it is for you to probe deeply into the depths of my soul
its easier for me to look away
than it is to let you see the feelings betrayed through my eyes
its easier for me to cry
than it is for me to talk
its easier for me to walk alone
than it is to risk rejection
its easier for me to push you away
than it is for me to be held
its easier for me to distance myself
than it is to trust that you wont hurt me
its easier for me to die
than it is for me to face lifes challenges.
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Its hard for me to smile when i am hurting
its hard for me to talk when you wont understand
its hard for me to reach out when i need help the most
if only you'd really look at me and see who i am
if only you cared enough to reach out when i push you away
if only you'd hold me without asking why
if only you'd acknowledge the validity of my feelings
but its the easy roads out that are most often taken
and so i hurt alone.
Who will cry
if tonight i die
who will cry?
stranger with their feigned interest
while those i love have turned away
and if my best isnt good enough what more can i give?
go ahead walk away
just leave me here alone
and if tonight i die
who will cry?
all my strength is drained
with nothing left to give
drowning in the depths of sorrow
no tears left to cry
a silent voice and distant eyes
that noone hears or sees
and if tonight i die
who will cry?
When i loved you
When i loved you
the world was a brighter place
my burdens wernt so heavy
and i could laugh and sing
and dance and play
i felt special
lying there in your arms
so that no matter what i faced
i knew i could make it through
with you beside me
holding my hand
lifting me up
when i didnt have the strength to stand
an emotional oneness
shared by two hearts
that made my life worth living
that made my world complete
but when you walked away
my burdend grew quite heavy
almost more than i could bear
and now once again i must walk alone
while my heart yearns
for when i loved you.
In my shyness
in my shyness...
at times i retreat to my shell
clinging to the security of being alone
in my shyness...
i may attempt to merge with my surroundings
to be ignored unnoticed a silent voice rarely heard
in my shyness...
i can feel completely alone
although surrounded by people
in my shyness...
im perceived as having a padlocked soul
and few try to gain entry into my realm
in my shyness...
few will dare venture to really know me
to hear my quiet voice or to really try to understand
in my shyness...
i can hav a myraid of words to say
yet my sealed lips will not release them
in my shyness...
the words i do speak will at times be jumbled
and ill feel worse for having spoken them
in my shyness...
i will be viewed as stuck up and unfriendly
labeled by the presumption of a troubled past
yet despite my shyness...
i will at times emerge from my shell
and you may catch a glimpse of who i am
and despite my shyness...
i may put on a good front
disguising my innermost insecurities
Despite my shyness...
a select few will manage to penertrate these walls
with the sharing of time and the evolving of trust
my shyness...
frwquently asked unrecognised seldom understood
a shackle a haven a veil.
Just hold me close
So im feeling low again
and nothing seems to turn out right
and where are friends when you need them
im lost and alone again
wont somebody help me
just show me that you care
help me up when im feeling down
i cant do this on my own
where are you
just hold me close
and dont ask me why
i dont want to talk about it
i just want to cry
just hold me close
and dont ask me why
you are the best friend i know
theres no greater pain than
to be hurt by a friend
abandoned in my darkest hour
by one who said he cared
now my heart is breaking
with pain throughout my soul
yearning for a caring heart
to see my desperate need
where are you
just reach out to me
just reach out to me
cant you see me.
Dont quit
When things go wrong as they sometimes will
when the road youre taking seems all uphill
when funds are low and the debts are high
and you want to smile but you have to sigh
when care is pressing you down a bit
rest if you must
but dont you quit
life is queer with its twists and turns
as everyone of us sometimes learns
and many a fellow turns about
when he might have won has he stuck it out
dont give up though the pace seems slow
you may succeed with another blow
often the goal is nearer than
its seems to a faint and faltering man
often the struggler has given up
when he might have captured the victors cup
and he learned too late when the night came down
how close he was to the golden crown
success is a failure turned inside out
the silve tint of the clouds of doubt
and you never can tell how close you are
it may be near when it seems afar
so stick to the fight when youre hardest hit
its when things seem worst that you mustnt quit.
In the valleys i grow
Sometimes life seems hard to bear
full of sorrow trouble and woe
its then i have to remember
that its in the valleys i grow
if i always stayed in the mountain top
and never experienced pain
i would never appreciate gods love
and would be living in vain
i have so much to learn
and my growth is very slow
sometimes i need the mountain tops
but its in the valleys i grow
i do not always understand
why things happen as they do
but i am very sure of one thing
my lord will see me through
my little valleys are nothing
when i picture christ on the cross
he went through the valley of death
hie victory was satans loss
forgive me lord for complaining
when im feeling low
just give me a genlte rememinder
that its in the valleys i grow
continue to strengthen me lord
and use my life eachday
to share your love with others
and help them find their way
thank you for the valleys lord
for this one thing i know
the mountain tops are glorious
but its in the valleys i grow.
I am me
In all the world there is no one else exactly like me
everything that comes out of me is authentically me
because i alone chose it i own everything about me
my body my feelings my mouth my voice all my actions
whether they be to others or myself i own my fantasies
my dreams my hopes my fears i own all my triumphs and
success all my failures and mistakes
because on my own all of me i can become intimately acquainted with me
by so doing i can love me and be friendly with me in all my parts i know
there are aspects about myself that puzzle me and other
aspects that i do not know but as long as i am
friendly and loving to myself i can courageously
and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles
and for ways to find out more about me however i
look and sound whatever i say and do and whatever
i think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically
me if later some parts of how i looked sounded thought
and felt turn out to be unfitting i can discard that which is
unfitting keep the rest and invent something new for that
which i discarded i can see hear feel think say and do
i have the tools to survive to be close to others to be
productive to make sense and order out of the world of
people and things outside of me i own me and
therefore i can engineer me
i am me and I AM OK.
I am
i am a worthwile person
i am entitled to be who i am
if you cant accept me as i am
then you are not worthy
to be part of my life
to ignore or reject who i am
is you loss
i deserve uncompromised devotion
anything less is unacceptable
if you cant view me
as the treasure the prize
that i am
then forget it
i am worth more than that
there will be others
who will recognise
the worthiness of who i am
i am who i am
and i am a worthwile person.
Said
i...sometimes i fail
he...ill see you through
i...but what if i fall?
he...ill carry you
i...my fears are great
he...trust me alone
i...but im depressed
he...ill cheer you on
i...life isnt easy
he...please let me help
i...will you stay forever
he...i love you!
Hope
It is hope that sustains us
when life seems to tough
hope for a brighter tomorrow
the hope that in time
things can and will get better
with you there is always hope
because you have the power
to change things for the better
tough times are opportunities
for spiritual growth
if you is for me
it doesnt matter who is against me
but if you are against me
it doesnt matter who is for me
cling tightly to hope
draw near to you
grow in patience
life can and will get better.
Hell
The bells of hell are ringing
a pearl of twisted joy
they celebrate the bringing
of a bastard baby boy
at birth his soul wak teken
all love replace with hate
he's now the child of satan
a child whose might is great
three all tried to intervene
the father, son and ghost
but none of them could come between
this child and his host
for once the act of killing
would not be calsses as sin
for everyday he's living
armageddon closes in.
Suicide
Razors pain you
rivers are damp
acids stain you
drugs cause cramp
guns arent lawful
nooses give
gas smells awful
so you might aswell live.
Devils kiss
Steel, metal, sharp
release my pain.
everything to gain,
blood red sins poor out of me.
the throbbing feels good,
wanting more.
cutting deeper,
feeling weaker.
feeling faint,
love this game.
deserving this,
devils kiss.
Suicide note
sorry, For all iive done,
i wont get in your way.
and by the time you read this,
on my death bed i'll lay.
im worthless and lonely,
so i think this is for the best.
i needed to kill myself,
and put myself at rest.
not like anyone will care,
or anyone will bother.
i was just a silly kid,
who was hated by his mother.
i do not want a funeral,
don't go the expense.
just chuck me away in the rubbish,
you know that it makes sense.
give all my stuff to the poor,
and burn all the pictures of me.
i dont want anyone to know,
that ive been so cowardly.
Suicide note reply
Why did you take your life?
did I do anything wrong.
dont you know you have taken a part of me?
for heavens sake I’m your mom.
youre the only thing I wanted.
you were my life’s only goal.
how dare you go and take it,
you were my life, My soul.
we all miss you dearly,
how could you be so cruel?
didn’t you think I loved you?
i know life is s duel.
you took away my happiness,
hy heart you broke in two.
what could make you do this?
what made you feel so blue?
i just hope you’re out there,
and your pain has gone away,
if I knew I could have helped you,
it didn’t have to be this way.