They say it takes years to establish a true friendship,
I have found a true friend,
Or at least I thought I had,
Once they see the invisible man,
Your true nature,
They will abandon you,
Their friendship with you,
Their trust in yopenness,
It will all disappear into the dust,
My friends have discovered the monster that is my cancer,
I have shared everything with them,
Then you have nothing left to share,
Now I am all but a memory,
A regret in the circle of friends.
Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 3:34 PM UTC
You don't tell your friends that suicide is selfish. You tell them that they're loved.
Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 4:26 AM UTC
Dear Faith,
i just wanted to say i love you
and i hope you get better.
i have so many questions i want to ask you
like why?
why didn't you tell me?
let me know you were feeling like this?
i wish i could of helped you, and it didn't have
to end up like this.
i love you more then anything
you mean the world to me, you are my best friend
my rock, my saviour.
but im sorry you were feeling the way you were,
but please things will get better i promise you!
im always here for you and that
will never change i promise you! and thats one promise i defiantly
know i wont break
for all those times you said you were a bad mum,
you arent
for all the times you said you were ugly
baby you are beautiful
i need to finish this but im crying
i just want you to know how much you mean to me
and how much it would destroy me if you
were to leave...
and how about Caden? your beautiful
baby boy! how would he feel not growing up without his mum?
knowing how beautiful she is
how amazing and kind she is...
Because no one can compare to you
Aunty Maddii cant live up to those expectations
so Faith, my darling i love you so much,
we can get through this together!
i promise i will save up all the money in the world
to come and see you one day, and it will just be the three
of us
You, Caden and Aunty Maddii
I love you Faith x
Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 4:22 AM UTC
When she was born
Her relatives spat on the ground,
Called her mother a witch
And said "The only thing she's good for is dowry".
By 6 years old
She understood what being a girl meant;
Be still and quiet
Your opinion is irrelevant .
At 11 she watched her brothers go to school
As she sat in the kitchen,
Doing 'the work of a woman',
With tears of longing streaming down her face.
At 17, she slept with a man who was 67
Living with the cruel hand she'd been dealt;
How did she raise 2 children
When she was still a child herself?
At 35, no longer a child bride
She was replaced,
With a girl that had not
Even come of age.
She held the young woman
And dried her tears.
She understood her sorrow
She had felt it for years.
But this was her destiny,
Her role from birth.
To be the silent weeper,
The cleaner, the mother,
The lover; who would never know Love.
At 65 she's died,
Buried next to a man she never even knew.
Not a single male cries,
Her funeral attended by few.
So why the abuse?
Why so much pain?
Why raise such a brave soul in vain?
One rebellious voice cries,
With tears streaming down her face
"If only she were male!"
She looks to me and says
"You wish to know,
why she could have had no joy?
The answer is simple
They wanted a boy"
Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 4:21 AM UTC
As I lay in my bed,
My parents scream,
I lay in my bed and ignore the things they say,
Today my parents decide,
Tomorrow the aftershocks will be felt,
But today I lay in my bed and reminisce about the past and future,
Tomorrow tears will be shed,
Fits will come out,
Counciling will be in session,
Custodies will be settled,
But not today,
I'll sit in the car as we drive,
Avoiding any form of eye contact,
I wonder if I was responsible for this,
Maybe I was,
Tomorrow I will consider it farther,
But today the family needs to be consoled,
We have to stick together,
So today I will forget about my... the thoughts in my head and consider the family.
Today I hug my sister,
Forgetting the awkwardness,
She cries,
I letting go of my pride cry with her,
We go out and just talk more,
Unable to handle the situation by ourselves,
Tomorrow we will be closer,
But today her and I just cry together,
Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 4:17 AM UTC
I see her as I look across the hallway
I watch her work
The way she bites her lip as she writes
Her eyes flick up to yours and you look away
Pretending not to see her
The conversations you have
About crushes is not about her
To your friends
Your one true love is James from maths
Not her
Because you fear what they think
The one word that will ruin your life
******
The word that stings your ears
Something that you wish you could hide
Something you don't want to embrace
Something that kills you inside
So you don't speak to her in the hallway
You don't return her smile
You. Let her think you hate her
You swallow up your pride
Because you don't really know what's happening
Because you have to be sure
Because people's words sting
They hurt
But what do they know
If you don't speak your mind
Then you have no voice at all
Go to pride
Go have fun
Go with your loved ones
Go make your own path
Don't let other people's opinions shape your future. Choose your own path, if you can't find it then it's up to you to make i.
Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 4:35 PM UTC
Red is the colour of passion,
The colour she died her hair.
Orange is the colour of a carnation,
So pure and so fair,
Yellow is the colour of Happiness,
The joy and glee in a smile.
Green is the colour of nature,
So fresh and refreshing.
Blue is the colour of sadness,
When you need a helping hand.
Indigo is the colour underneath your eyes,
When you stay up late with those you love.
Violet is the colour of her ribbon,
When she leaves your room at dawn.
Love is beautiful, Love is special.
Don't let it go by you.
COME TO PRIDE
Find yourself
Jun 2, 2017
Jun 2, 2017 at 1:55 PM UTC
She is a cup of coffee
The way she glides across the classroom to her seat
The way her hair bounces like the foam on top
She is smooth and beautiful
I love the idea of her and her smell
And her rich completion
The way her dark skin feels and the way she talks
She is a cup of coffee
She seems nice on the outside
But after one task
She is bitter, and gives you a good kick
She talks behind their backs and sniggers
She cackles an evil laugh
But in the end
She is the cup of coffee I will never have
The cup of coffee I regret not having
May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 6:21 PM UTC
9 YEARS OLD
Daddy told me I'm special, I'm his perfect little girl.
Daddy leaves bruises on my body
Daddy doesn't hit me he says
"it was only a smack"
10 YEARS OLD
Daddy told me that i am slow
If I carry on this way i will never get a job
He moves me to another school
I don't care, at least here they wont make fun of my mum,
11 YEARS OLD
I cant keep up with my school work
the class moves to fast
my father hits, punches and slaps
my father breaks my pencil
i tell my friend that he snapped my pencil
Daddy overhears he says
"don't tell people what happens at home or daddy will go to jail"
I didn't think that what he was doing was wrong
I thought that everyone got this too
12 YEARS OLD
I'm in a school and having lots of fun
Daddy says to make no friends
that i shouldn't trust anyone
he doesn't hit anymore
he threatens me at home
15 YEARS OLD
I have few friends that know nothing about my home
My parents are no longer together
and i feel completely alone
I have no trust
no family
nothing at all
Daddy tells me i can tell him everything
I tell him how i feel
He hits my wall, i see his eyes turn red
Daddy says
"If you were my son i would his the crap out of you"
because he thinks that its ok
to his a boy but not a girl
and that is not ok.
i want to die
i cant go on
I look him in the
eye this is not my Daddy
this is a man, who i have never known
He thinks im going to **** myself
so he leaves me with with one thing
The man says
"If you **** yourself, i Will **** myself"
to try to make me feel guilty
it only makes me think that
If my death will result in his
then the world is better off without me
May 13, 2017
May 13, 2017 at 6:18 AM UTC
I say hello
My nametag dangles from my lanyard
"Hello, my name is Liz
Pronouns are kye/kyr"
it says
They see the lanyard
and they laugh.
"Those aren't pronouns!"
they say
"She is messed up."
Shut up.
A 300lb woman
looks into the mirror
she sighs
remembering her peers' words
"You should lose weight."
"You're very overweight."
"Your obeseity is your fault."
A 75lb woman
looks into the mirror
Her anorexia laughs
remembering the 300lb woman she used to be
her peers then tell her
"You need to gain weight."
Shut up. Shut up.
The boy hides his face
Not giving the teacher eye contact
The teacher calls his name
His stomach flips upside-down
She called on him on purpose
he just knows it
In front of the class
expectant, judgemental eyes glaring
Instinct tells him to run
He looks at his notecards
All he sees is chickenscratch
The teacher hangs her head in disappointment
and growls
"Just sit down if you have nothing to say."
Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.
A girl drags hersef through the day
Everything is black and white
Coming home to wild parents
Who hit her constanty
and then claim
"I love you."
Excuses, excuses.
For every welt, mark and bruise
But when she gets one on her face-
She had given one, too.
In fact, she had given many
How generous she was!
The police came and arrest the girl.
All she heard was
"Her mother is dead."
Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.
Take a breath
the girl tells herself
She goes to her parents
They stare, wide-eyed
at her dress, eyeliner and nails
they just stare.
She tells them
her new identity
They tell her
"Chris. You aren't a girl.
You're a boy."
Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.
You read a poem
titled "Shut Up"
About the hardships
The unfair, the despair
of living life.
Please know
Opinions don't matter
If you are happy,
who cares what they think?
If they criticize you
Just smile
and say
Shut up.
May 13, 2017
May 13, 2017 at 5:55 AM UTC