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Poems are so sadistic,. I sit here, mulling over th't which pains me.'., As you appreciate the depth of my words And notice the symbolism Of the fine., blue tre'e Off i'n the distance ,.
*adult themes* I wish I’d seen it sooner- I’m meant to be a councillor, But it’s not so easy when it’s your own daughter.
"Ok, let's get down to business." I said as we both sat down on the couch. We had 2 days before my parents get back and we had to work hard.
Feel my heart Hear my cry Give me the chance to ask why Hope and prey You will love me one day But when will that draw near.
Why Dad, Why did you chose to die. You left no note for me and why. You thought you were doing what was best and right. Why, oh why, did you have to end the fight.
Never any love, Not a tear shed for me. No 'warm and fuzzy feeling' that was surely meant to be.
I waited hours just to see your face, For you to take me to a happy place, Instead you shook your head and left, I'd never felt so lost or bereft.
"Mum. What, why, how did you find me. I thought you were dead!" I screamed, "Hey...Hey darling. It's ok, I asked your nan and she told me.
Sitting for hours in the corner of the dim lit room, he remembers how it was before. Before the devastation. Before his mind questioned anything and everything. The voices in his head.
Sick For one week The questions return Not at all meek 'What happened?' 'Will she be gone longer?' 'Why now?' 'Did depression return full throttle?' 'Will she cry?' 'Or will she hide?' 'Will she...
There is nothing I love more than that of the feeling of the cool breeze through my hair, the wind gently kissing my face as I tread through the streets.
Caution: Brutal Language. Yes, he hurt me. Without a single touch. No, he was not there. And didn't give a fuck. Yes, we're related. And I look much like him. No, we don't see each other.
Caution: Brutal Language. Calcium deficiency. Is kicking my ass. Gym is making it worse. My bones are becoming glass. No milk to keep them strong. No nutrients to keep me healthy.
I wonder the empty hallways alone. Falling down on the cold stone floor never felt so good. I cry myself to sleep, waiting for a comfort that never came.
#emotion When I was told he wasn't dad Emotion is what I had When then to know of siblings lost A broken heart is what it cost When mum I loved did a runner my cold emotion thought what a bummer.
#emotion You left us lying good as dead, Cold an hungry, never fed. A mother is what you think you are. Leaving your children, running off far. You make me sick.
One day a girl named cindy had gotten bullied.
#myworld My world was perfect, to an extent... I used to be happy and content. Then it all changed in a single glance, now there's no room for a second chance.
A sparkly tiara. For little miss Clara. Her mother has died. Although, against cancer, she tried. A fighter, they both were. But her mothers time had occured. Clara shan't shed a tear.
Watching you destroy yourself And take us down with you Words don't make any difference There's nothing left I can do You don't care about you so what hope have we got.
#household He's dead now, I only saw him twice in my life.
Don't read if you don't like the good side/bad side stuff, the next part will have less of it :) (Emotional angst stuff) "Our office..." I step forward, into the room.
(INTRO: these were my thoughts and prayers when I was 15) My history is my past, which will always last. I was born on a sunny day, Even though it wasn't May.
Mummy said she loved me, And she hugged me all the time, She'd tuck me into bed at night, With a song or book or rhyme.