She Was Perfect
She is beautiful but she wont believe , Most times she wishes she couldnt breath. She is perfectly skinny but its not enough , Shes gave up food and trying to love.
Im 14 years old and i write poems, im from belfast, northern ireland :) and all the poems i post are written by me <3
She is beautiful but she wont believe , Most times she wishes she couldnt breath. She is perfectly skinny but its not enough , Shes gave up food and trying to love.
Somewhere, somebody is thinking about the tremendous impact you've made on their life . Not me , I think you're a cunt .
Dear Opuss haters, Why are you so mean. Is being supportive nowadays just far too mainstream. Is respecting others feelings too much of a deed.
Looking in the mirror , shes staring back at me. I dont know who she is , this monster that can see . A wicked cunning smile, Her eyes so full of pain .
Our hearts are always broken into a million pieces, Missing you so much 9 nephews and 5 nieces , Thinking of you each second of every day, If i only had one wish.
They tell me just to smile, And play along the game, But no matter how i fake a smile, I still feel will the pain.
I may not have a cape, I may not be a hero, But just because im not doesnt mean im zero, Just because i have some fears, Doesnt mean im not great, Does it matter if im not super fast and im always...
This is hard on both of us?what a lie youve told.
My mom wants to cut down my favourite tree,. Burn the burden along with a piece of me,. She wants to see my roots come through,. An experiment on what ill do,. She wants to watch me weep in sorrow ,.
Blood is red, The veins are blue, The cuts and scars they bleed all through The blade in my hand agaist my skin, The more i cut the less i feel sin.
Next door to me theres lies a yard, In which a rusted swing set stands guard, The rope handles all dead and frayed, The wooden seat mossy and decayed, The metal frame has been covered in weed, This...
Roses are dead, Violets are too Never will i put my trust in you.
Roses are red violets are blue I asked god for perfection He sent me you.
Sunsets are red, Clear skies are blue, In a meadow springtime is due. Flowers have all begun to bloom, This is god putting out winters gloom.