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alexisa
alexisa
Um I'm a writer. I have a bunch of secrets, many of which appear in my writing, but you can find that out on your own. I like to read, and also, I have an obsession with music.
I tried I truly did But now I'm left Sitting here wondering If recovery is Even plausible. This has been my life For almost six years And how do you Give something up After that long? People say that there's hope But I can't seem to see any left in Pandora's beautiful box, There's no hope for me. Do you see now, Just how desperate I feel How alone How scared I just want to be free.
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Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 11:46 AM UTC
Recovery
It's Christmas day Everyone's smiling Everyone's fake. Joy is lacking, Emptiness is raging, and no one cares about anyone, just everyTHING. Why have we gotten So superficial? What has come To the world, That we should behave, In such a way? You get everything on your list. It's still not enough. You should be content, But your fake smile Is the closest thing To happiness you know. Your family is together, But that may truly be A bad thing. Because, suddenly, No one is themselves, And you're all transforming Into little Barbie dolls. This Christmas, Just like all of the last, You ask yourself, Why isn't it enough? Well, I'll tell you why. You're focusing on the wrong, And not the right, The bad, Rather than the good, Santa, Rather than Jesus.
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Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 9:05 PM UTC
Christmas Day Blues
Our relationship became a game, We both needed to win We were on the same team, But still competed against each other Almost killing ourselves while trying Who could be the thinnest Weigh the least Eat the least Take up no space We were helping each other die And then we helped others Do the same to themselves My hair is falling out But all I can think, Is maybe that will make The number go down But whoever wins this game Will really lose, In reality We all will lose She killed us Took four teenage girls To their premature grave And used us, To take many more. Are we happy yet? No, we are skeletons, but we believe we are whales. We are murders, Teaching wannabes How to be, But we claim to be helping. Life is not a game, and we need to stop treating it As if it is. We need to value life, To stop playing the game Before we end up Six feet under.
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Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 3:13 PM UTC
Playing to the Death
To everyone who called me fat, You are why I'm doing this Starving myself to bones. To everyone who called me a **** You are why I'm doing this Throwing myself at guys. To everyone who called me ugly, You are why I'm doing this Spending hours getting ready in the morning. To everyone who hurt me, You are why I'm doing this Why I don't trust, or even get touched. To everyone who used me, You are why I'm doing this Why I have long sleeves covering the cuts, which represents the pain. To everyone who loved me, Too much to use cruel words You are the reason I'm still alive.
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Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 1:53 PM UTC
To Everyone
I'll be thin. If it kills me, Then so be it. I'll be perfect. If it kills me, Then so be it. I'll be beautiful. If it kills me, Then so be it. I'll be good enough. If it kills me, Then so be it. My bones will show. If it kills me, Then so be it. I'll be happy. But that only comes With the things listed above, And if it kills me, Well, then so be it.
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Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 9:41 PM UTC
If it Kills Me
Caleb and Yeki Layin' in a bed One does a hand job, The other does head. First come tongue Then comes *** And we no what happens next, There's a pregnant Yex!
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Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 10:08 PM UTC
Layin' in a Bed
Help me I'm desperate I have puke in my hair Help me I'm desperate I threw up twice in an hour Help me I'm desperate No one sees the pain I'm in Help me I'm desperate Or is there even a point?
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Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 1:24 PM UTC
Help Me (I'm Desperate)
I'm so cold I hate the snow And now my skin Is almost just as white The number on the scale Goes down by the day Along with it My energy Hope Love Care and life. I'm killing myself I understand that now. I don't want to live like this, but I know no other way I long to fell peace I long to feel free And although I claim That this life is giving it to me It's really a lie. And I'm in a cage. Save me from myself Please, I pray. Save me from me, because I might not see another day.
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Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 1:50 PM UTC
Hunger Pains
I'm so happy right now I'm dancing in my seat A smile is glued Onto my bright face People are staring Unable to get Why I'm lost In a world of joy I couldn't explain why So please don't ask Just let me be Let me dance Let me scream Let me smile Let me be me Even if It's different than who I often am
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Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 10:15 AM UTC
Let Me Be Me
Another day Another paper Another test Another way To fix this mess Another class Another offer Another teacher Telling me I'll do great Another college Another price Another world One that I'm afraid of Another day I wake up Another night I go to sleep Another test I have to pass Another paper I have to write Another style I have to try Just to try to get Another college acceptance
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Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 5:03 PM UTC
The Life of a High-schooler