Inside I'm crying
outside I'm smiling
no one notices
but its hard for me to control this
when you see me walk by
it doesn't look like it but I want to die
thoughts racing through my head
then comes the tears that I shed
how can I change
all the tears and rage
you say you understand
and all I need is a helping hand
that may be true
but first take a walk in my shoes
sadness, angers, and unbearable pain
you'll be taking a walk full of nothing but shame
as time moves slower
my self-esteem gets lower
am I nothing to this world
or am I just a worthless teenage girl?
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 5:48 PM UTC
Loved ones are precious
I know this for a fact
And when you lose one
It's like an attack
I've lost some loved ones
To many different things
I hate losing loved ones
But it's a bell that has to ring
Loved ones are special
I have many I should know
But it just seems
I couldn't let them go
You try so hard
To hold on
But in one small second
Loved ones are gone
Sometimes at night
I pray for lost loved ones
Even though they won't come back
This poem is for them the loved ones
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 11:37 AM UTC
I love the way you tell me that I'm beautiful,
and the way you make me laugh like no one else.
I love the way you move the hair away from my eyes,
and then kiss me on my face.
I love the way when you take me to the park
and put your hands around my waist
as we watch the sunset together and feel the ocean breeze.
I love the way you'd sing to me at random moments,
and look at me and smile.
I love the way you leave the smell of your cologne on my clothes after we hug
I love the way you would send me my favorite flowers
along with an " I LOVE YOU" card.
I love the way you speak your mind and tell me about your opinions.
I love the way you're not afraid to cry and show your feelings.
I love the way you call me in the middle of the day just to say " I LOVE YOU."
and say how much you miss me.
I love the way you tell your friends about me and smile when you do.
I love the way you whisper into my ear,
the way your voice sounds so close to me.
it feels like I'm dreaming.
I love the way you do all of these and the fact that you're not ashamed to do it.
I love the way you treat me,
and I'm glad to be yours...
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 11:34 AM UTC
We thought of you with love today,
But that is nothing new.
We thought about you yesterday.
And days before that too.
We think of you in silence.
We often speak your name.
Now all we have is memories.
And your picture in a frame.
Your memory is our keepsake.
With which we'll never part.
God has you in his keeping.
We have you in our heart.
Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 1:15 PM UTC
The smell is not satisfying
The smell is not amazing
Fishy and Cheezy
The smell needs to be fixed
Food is supposed to be pleasing
Not like how they serve it
All burnt up and under cooked
It taste like prison food
We don’t deserve it
To your food from hell
We won’t eat it again
Please lord ...
Make it better
We need a new plan .
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 6:26 PM UTC