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You know those days, when you just can't breathe. Those times when you don't see the point in being alive. Those moments when you really just want to leave. Welcome to every moment of my life.
Every day, A kiss from mum, Makes the pain numb. Any second, A peck from dad, Makes me glad. All the time, A hug from my sister, makes my nightmares blister.
“Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poem And he called it "Chops" because that was the name of his dog And that's what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A and a...
Inspired by 'nettles' by vernon scannell :) In the hot days of summer time I watch you shine like a dime Playing with all your little friends Day after day until summer ends But during that period...
Abandoned and alone No place to call your home Your mother too self involved You feeling like a "problem" that needs to be resolved A gorgeous little boy Who just wants to play with his toy.
Children are abused in different ways by parents, relatives and strangers these days. It's a sad fact that most people either growing up abused or know someone who has been abused.
Can we go back to those old days Before you were with her Back when we were happy Because we surely were Before you started smoking To find a sick escape Before I was slicing veins Just to feel...
I remember when this boy in 2nd grade would make fun of me for being chubby.
She pushed with tiny fumbling hands Through the endless folds of soft fur coats, Her trembling fingers slipping through, feeling for space, Tiny snowflakes falling and melting away on her hot pink...
He's just a child Stuck in a mans world Never will he reach out He knows he'll be shut down Everything hits him He never hits back Taking all the blame He follows the road of peace And always stays...
Everything's okay, Until mum cries. The world tumbles down, Something strong dies. Her tears are pain, To not only her. Killing my vision, Making my eyes blur.
CHAPTER 1 Dad I choked and spluttered as clouds of smoke filled my mouth and slid down my throat. My dad held my hand and took me outside the house, stroking my hair.
#dreamchallenge Hi. There's one dream I've had since I was about eleven years old. More of a nightmare really. I don't know why but it's just... Stuck. So I'm walking down a train track.
Can hear the shouting, Down the stairs, Two red faces, A lot of tears. Through my heart, And many through hers. These arguments, Are amongst my fears. My dad walks out, My mother breaks down.
The little girl sits on the swing, With which the wind plays, As she stares into the horizon, Caped in a murky haze.
The pale white sheet shimmered in the air, Almost translucent and too happy to scare, It's bright little smile lit up the night, And gave every little child a big huge fright.
A true horror story that happened to me when I was 11. A bit long, read at your own risk. It was a rainy winter night at Quinta Camp the day it happened for the first time.
Chapter 5 =+= No. Dylan James- my cousin- was not what he made out he was. He was a scam artist. I can't believe it. But he is.
Somewhere. A mother holds her daughter for the first time. She will treasure her in her heart forever. Somewhere. A father curses the name of his new son.
Suddenly, Alek's cheerful expression turned to sadness. He was no longer saying anything, and walking away from the wall, he slumped onto the beanbag. His face was emotionless. Cold.
Chapter Twelve Hope Is Fading Worrying and crying,Daniela drives to Cher's apartment to tell her the news. The doctors said Piper might be in a coma and said to come back after a week.
I'll always remember the day she nearly died. And I'm always gonna blame myself too. It was at my first proper camp. I was with her and my best mate.
(this is more of a rhyming story than a poem which was inspired by a dream I had many years ago). If he ever felt awkward. Distressed or upset. He'd rip an hole in the ground. And in it he'd get.
Run away. Scrambling and fighting my way threw the thorn bushes pricking me like thumbilina.