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1 knife
2 hands
3 tears
4 regrets
5 wishes
6 people loved and lost
7 friends gone
8 souls circling
9 times I tried
the 10th time I will succeed

too many lives changed..

too many to count.
just thinking... if only BB was here....
If I could turn back time
I would hit Backspace all day,
Id put on Caps Lock
and SHOUT what I say.

I'd use the whole Alphabet
To tell you hello,
Press seven Numbers
Til you picked up the phone.

I'd Tab through the comments
I didn't want to hear,
And use the Arrow Keys
To drag your body near.

I would Delete the harsh words
I didn't mean to speak,
And Insert the "I love yous"
I before couldn't leak.

I would use Ctrl to
Keep reigns over my heart,
And I would Escape lies
That tore us apart.

I'd Print out your photo
And kiss it goodnight,
Use the Calculator
To check that we were right.

I'd Paint you a picture
of us, you and me,
Then I'd hit Enter
Just so you would see.

Those are the things
I would do in my strife,
If only Backspace
worked in real life.
This is the first poem (that I have a copy of) i wrote that I actually thought was good. I was in seventh grade, twelve years old, and I wrote it for a newspaper competition. I knew it was really great but I didn't think I would beat all other applicants in the state in my age group. So you can imagine my surprise I'm sure when I DID win! That is the first time I was proud of my writing. So this one has a lot of special sentimental value. Thanks for reading.
 May 2017 bye lmao
bryn
feeling
sickness
death

i sit in my room
my stubborn closet
waves
the door open
even though
it should be closed.
taunting me,
for i cannot get up,
for i am dying,
i am sick,
and i am feeling.
the emotions of life.
sadness
happiness
angry
but those are the basic human emotions.
the ones you are expected to feel,
the ones that make you human
but what if you feel only one of those,
and sort of a mix of that one
with the others.
sadness.
is the one feeling i feel,
mixed in with anger to make
hatred
sadness.
mixed in with happiness to make
desire
sadness.
mixed in with sadness to make
depression
which is what i feel
the most out of all of these.
depression
is what i feel.
 May 2017 bye lmao
Saoirse
India
 May 2017 bye lmao
Saoirse
A cry for help as a flame lights her home

A shriek for need as a tsunami flies a person across the town

No cry for help as another child dies of hunger

over one billion people populate it

twenty two thousand five hundred people die a day there

over 4,650 children a day lost to the world

2,000 girls killed in the womb

16,000 go missing in the capitol a day

How can we help

Think

If we don't help it could become a world issue

So think do

help...
 May 2017 bye lmao
Psychosa
Dream
 May 2017 bye lmao
Psychosa
The stars rest beneath my sheets
 May 2017 bye lmao
allie
-
 May 2017 bye lmao
allie
-
we are beautiful.
we are amazing.
we can shine.
so don't tell us otherwise
because the poems of true feelings
don't glow anymore.
-
 May 2017 bye lmao
allie
The words that are covered in darkness
crawl up my legs and into my mind
and slowly break my thoughts.

I can no longer burden those around me
or shed my reflection on them.
No longer will I drag them down
from their high place in life,
and stoop them down to my level.

Tears leave my eyes as I enter the room
that holds my death.
I do not know the effect it will have,
nor do I care.
All I can think is the depressing darkness
that floods my mind every time I close my eyes.

Yes, it will hurt.
But nothing can hurt more than my very existence.
So I sing the tune that enters my mind
as I slit my wrists.

*"Bye, bye, little birdy. I'll miss you so."
Written for a friend. M, I love you so much. I know you don't have an account, so maybe that's why I wrote this here. Please don't go. You have no clue how much you mean to us.
The small rock representing your birth
engraved deep into a necklace
proving your worth
to the world
and to you

you,
the one sitting there
staring out into a moonlit sky
the thousands of twinkling stars
dapple the sky
as the whooshing wind whispers
belonging

You
the proud dark eyed girl
standing tall along an old wooded pier
the spray of the sea splatters your face with its salt
bellowing waves crash underneath your feet
shouting,
You belong

And You
are still here
one of many
on this earth
loved and guided
through this life and to the next
and you,
**belong
so many people feel out of place here on earth, i wish that i could change this but the ***** truth is, that i can't..  I've always felt different and sort of out of place, I'm still not quite sure why.. maybe because I have different passions/interests that other people, but that burden is mine, not yours, always be who you are.
Everything you hope for
and everything you wish,
is as likely as a bicycle
being ridden by a fish.
Written by Elizabeth J,
go check out her page!
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