erica-lynn-harwood - Hello Poetry

I am a girl With eyes very dark And I am a girl With the ghost of a heart It haunts my chest's void With the pain of no pain A feeling of numbness Poisons every vein Tears are no more And neither a smile With a soul much too torn And an absence so vile My heart has escaped The cage it permeated It was, perhaps, instinct After being defeated Sympathy, depression Ran off with it too Merriment, aggression Runaway they pursued Gone are my emotions That were, at a time, everything Careless my devotions And the inclination to cling Detached from all relations All apart from one Immune to shots at separation He stays my morning sun

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Sep 24, 2014

Sep 24, 2014 at 10:11 AM UTC

erica-lynn-harwood

Absence

I am a girl With eyes very dark And I am a girl With the ghost of a heart It haunts my chest's void With the pain of no pain A feeling of numbness Poisons every vein Tears are no more And neither a smile With a soul much too torn And an absence so vile My heart has escaped The cage it permeated It was, perhaps, instinct After being defeated Sympathy, depression Ran off with it too Merriment, aggression Runaway they pursued Gone are my emotions That were, at a time, everything Careless my devotions And the inclination to cling Detached from all relations All apart from one Immune to shots at separation He stays my morning sun

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I love you too much To see you this way The poison makes you say things That you would never say And the empty bottles Strewn all over the house Your drunken waddle To your crying spouse My mom sits here Eyes sullen from hurt Her children stand hear Tears staining their shirts You aren't quite my father But it feels it's that way Sometimes you're a bother And ruin my day Taking the last bit of money All for your addiction Returning with hatred Which proves my prediction You yell and you scream Your face turns bright red Then you're happy, you seem Till lightning strikes once again I dash to my room I lock everyone out And then I am doomed Because hope turns to doubt So put down your bottle Stop drinking the poison Stop yelling and screaming I hate those harsh noises

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Jul 7, 2014

Jul 7, 2014 at 10:13 AM UTC

erica-lynn-harwood

Poison

I love you too much To see you this way The poison makes you say things That you would never say And the empty bottles Strewn all over the house Your drunken waddle To your crying spouse My mom sits here Eyes sullen from hurt Her children stand hear Tears staining their shirts You aren't quite my father But it feels it's that way Sometimes you're a bother And ruin my day Taking the last bit of money All for your addiction Returning with hatred Which proves my prediction You yell and you scream Your face turns bright red Then you're happy, you seem Till lightning strikes once again I dash to my room I lock everyone out And then I am doomed Because hope turns to doubt So put down your bottle Stop drinking the poison Stop yelling and screaming I hate those harsh noises

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Let's pretend Nobody exists Let's pretend I don't have sores on my wrists Let's pretend My smile is real Let's pretend All my secrets are unsealed Let's pretend The world is a good place Until the very end We'll all play ******* pretend.

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Mar 18, 2014

Mar 18, 2014 at 9:58 PM UTC

erica-lynn-harwood

Let's Pretend

Let's pretend Nobody exists Let's pretend I don't have sores on my wrists Let's pretend My smile is real Let's pretend All my secrets are unsealed Let's pretend The world is a good place Until the very end We'll all play ******* pretend.

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Do you see what you've done? You've taken my sun My world once so bright But now lacking all light All because of you Do you see what you do? My heart is now breaking My whole world is shaking All because My soul you are taking Surrounded by strife So I go get a knife And try to end my life. I try and I try To just end it all I don't know why You simply let me fall You promised to catch me When I came crashing down But all you wanted to see Was my face wearing a frown With a burning passion, I hate my life So as time passes I go and get that knife My hand is shaking My skin is breaking My life I am taking I take that sharp silver To my pale arm I draw it in nearer And commit my self-harm The red rushes down The shade of lips on a clown I wish you were mine And I wish I was yours But how could you love a girl Who is covered with sores?

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Mar 18, 2014

Mar 18, 2014 at 4:52 PM UTC

erica-lynn-harwood

Sores

Do you see what you've done? You've taken my sun My world once so bright But now lacking all light All because of you Do you see what you do? My heart is now breaking My whole world is shaking All because My soul you are taking Surrounded by strife So I go get a knife And try to end my life. I try and I try To just end it all I don't know why You simply let me fall You promised to catch me When I came crashing down But all you wanted to see Was my face wearing a frown With a burning passion, I hate my life So as time passes I go and get that knife My hand is shaking My skin is breaking My life I am taking I take that sharp silver To my pale arm I draw it in nearer And commit my self-harm The red rushes down The shade of lips on a clown I wish you were mine And I wish I was yours But how could you love a girl Who is covered with sores?

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Why does it matter What age or what *** Makes your heart shatter? Why does that matter? Some girls love girls And some boys love boys In such a judgmental world Gays are treated like old, useless toys. What counts isn't the parts It isn't the gender. It counts what's in the heart So why can't she love her? All love is love No matter the age No matter the *** So why can't he love him next? He loves him And she loves her Or he loves her And she loves him It doesn't matter the shade of skin It doesn't matter who loses or wins It doesn't matter if it's a sin All love is love. A white girl loves a black boy And a black boy loves a white girl Or a black girl loves a white boy And a white boy loves a black girl All love is love Others we shouldn't shun And others we shouldn't shove Because of only the type of people they love.

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Mar 18, 2014

Mar 18, 2014 at 4:49 PM UTC

erica-lynn-harwood

All Love is Love

Why does it matter What age or what *** Makes your heart shatter? Why does that matter? Some girls love girls And some boys love boys In such a judgmental world Gays are treated like old, useless toys. What counts isn't the parts It isn't the gender. It counts what's in the heart So why can't she love her? All love is love No matter the age No matter the *** So why can't he love him next? He loves him And she loves her Or he loves her And she loves him It doesn't matter the shade of skin It doesn't matter who loses or wins It doesn't matter if it's a sin All love is love. A white girl loves a black boy And a black boy loves a white girl Or a black girl loves a white boy And a white boy loves a black girl All love is love Others we shouldn't shun And others we shouldn't shove Because of only the type of people they love.

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There's a small girl With a big heart In a big world With a smile like art She laughs and she plays She walks the right way She dances and she sings Happiness she brings She was so innocent Thought the world was magnificent She saw the world as a colorful place And never suspected it was black and grey That girl grew up, though As all girls do Pain she would know She'd know depression, too That girl was now a young lady, Spending her time crying In meadows with daisies Wishing she were dying A man came along And asked, "What is wrong?" She said she didn't know Oh, she did though. When the young lady Was still a young girl, She saw a tall man With lots of black curls. He said, "Hello!" And she said, "Hi!" He said, "There's a clubhouse, you know." And she said, "I want to see it. May I?" He lead her to a meadow And did terrible things He had led her To a place where no bird sings. With every touch he took a piece of the child When he saw her tears she saw his smile With his hands on her delicate body, Her soul started slowly rotting She didn't tell anyone What that man did Nobody knew The secret she held from within The girl transformed Into a young lady And sat crying everyday In that same meadow with the daisies.

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Mar 18, 2014

Mar 18, 2014 at 4:46 PM UTC

erica-lynn-harwood

Meadows With Daisies

There's a small girl With a big heart In a big world With a smile like art She laughs and she plays She walks the right way She dances and she sings Happiness she brings She was so innocent Thought the world was magnificent She saw the world as a colorful place And never suspected it was black and grey That girl grew up, though As all girls do Pain she would know She'd know depression, too That girl was now a young lady, Spending her time crying In meadows with daisies Wishing she were dying A man came along And asked, "What is wrong?" She said she didn't know Oh, she did though. When the young lady Was still a young girl, She saw a tall man With lots of black curls. He said, "Hello!" And she said, "Hi!" He said, "There's a clubhouse, you know." And she said, "I want to see it. May I?" He lead her to a meadow And did terrible things He had led her To a place where no bird sings. With every touch he took a piece of the child When he saw her tears she saw his smile With his hands on her delicate body, Her soul started slowly rotting She didn't tell anyone What that man did Nobody knew The secret she held from within The girl transformed Into a young lady And sat crying everyday In that same meadow with the daisies.

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Meet my best friend Whose name is Depression Making you hate your own reflection Nothing feels better than the curse But at the same time This blessing couldn't be worse Meet my lover Eating Disorder He is mine and he's only mine He makes my life shorter Always occupying my mind Meet my mother Suicide She hides in the shadows But eats me alive As she silently hides Meet my sister named Self Harm She cuts me up and down my arm But don't be alarmed The pain is a charm Meet my obsessions That poison my veins But that poison feels good ****** sweet pain

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Mar 18, 2014

Mar 18, 2014 at 4:41 PM UTC

erica-lynn-harwood

Meet My Obsessions

Meet my best friend Whose name is Depression Making you hate your own reflection Nothing feels better than the curse But at the same time This blessing couldn't be worse Meet my lover Eating Disorder He is mine and he's only mine He makes my life shorter Always occupying my mind Meet my mother Suicide She hides in the shadows But eats me alive As she silently hides Meet my sister named Self Harm She cuts me up and down my arm But don't be alarmed The pain is a charm Meet my obsessions That poison my veins But that poison feels good ****** sweet pain

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The cold is bitter, And grey is dark Cold and grey, That's all I am Cold and grey, Certainly ****** I search for passion In my mind But despair is what I find And a heart I hope will bind. All love vanished And all I ever cherished And the happiness is perished Everything, gone. The factors of my smile Gone. The sun at dawn That, too, is gone. Only darkness No happiness Only sadness. The cold is bitter, And grey is dark Cold and grey, That's all I am Cold and grey, Certainly ****** Holding my breath without you Fighting for air Fighting for comfort Longing for care Like longing for air Breathing I will have to do eventually Like getting over this I will have to do rationally That feeling of panic Of something you know you need to do That feeling of guilt Like you did something wrong Fixing things is all that you long The cold is bitter, And grey is dark Cold and grey, That's all I am Cold and grey, Certainly ****** I would make another promise again But what are those anymore? I've broken all mine Like you've broken all yours All I am is broken glass Wondering if the pain will ever pass Cutting others with my own injury I do it in fury Like a smokey hot fire Like a cut wire Like broken glass. The cold is bitter, And grey is dark Cold and grey, That's all I am Cold and grey, Certainly ****** The cold wants warmth And grey wants light Cold and grey, That's all I'll ever be Cold and grey, That's all I see. And that's me.

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Nov 8, 2013

Nov 8, 2013 at 10:48 AM UTC

erica-lynn-harwood

Cold and Grey

The cold is bitter, And grey is dark Cold and grey, That's all I am Cold and grey, Certainly ****** I search for passion In my mind But despair is what I find And a heart I hope will bind. All love vanished And all I ever cherished And the happiness is perished Everything, gone. The factors of my smile Gone. The sun at dawn That, too, is gone. Only darkness No happiness Only sadness. The cold is bitter, And grey is dark Cold and grey, That's all I am Cold and grey, Certainly ****** Holding my breath without you Fighting for air Fighting for comfort Longing for care Like longing for air Breathing I will have to do eventually Like getting over this I will have to do rationally That feeling of panic Of something you know you need to do That feeling of guilt Like you did something wrong Fixing things is all that you long The cold is bitter, And grey is dark Cold and grey, That's all I am Cold and grey, Certainly ****** I would make another promise again But what are those anymore? I've broken all mine Like you've broken all yours All I am is broken glass Wondering if the pain will ever pass Cutting others with my own injury I do it in fury Like a smokey hot fire Like a cut wire Like broken glass. The cold is bitter, And grey is dark Cold and grey, That's all I am Cold and grey, Certainly ****** The cold wants warmth And grey wants light Cold and grey, That's all I'll ever be Cold and grey, That's all I see. And that's me.

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Have you lost all hope, my dear? Have you lost sight of what's fake and what's real? Have you held everything in, And took it out on that precious skin? I have, I have, in the past But this time, I swear, will be the last I've said that quite a few times And not followed my lines But that's in the past And this time will be my last. I'm sure you've said that too But you've done it again And then your guilt grew And regret came through After you took it out on that precious skin After holding every single thing in. Have you taken a blade, And used it for the wrong reason? Because self-induced pain is all that you're seizing? Have you hurt yourself, my dear, Thinking no one will care? Did you love seeing your own blood, Pouring out of that precious skin, Just like a flood? Was that your rush? And you thought it wasn't enough? Have you lost all hope, my dear? Have you lost sight of what's fake and what's real? Have you held everything in, And took it out on that precious skin? I'm here to say It isn't the right way I'm not one to talk Because that path I have walked But I can say this: Please, my dear, Don't take it out on your precious skin.

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Nov 6, 2013

Nov 6, 2013 at 11:38 AM UTC

erica-lynn-harwood

Precious Skin

Have you lost all hope, my dear? Have you lost sight of what's fake and what's real? Have you held everything in, And took it out on that precious skin? I have, I have, in the past But this time, I swear, will be the last I've said that quite a few times And not followed my lines But that's in the past And this time will be my last. I'm sure you've said that too But you've done it again And then your guilt grew And regret came through After you took it out on that precious skin After holding every single thing in. Have you taken a blade, And used it for the wrong reason? Because self-induced pain is all that you're seizing? Have you hurt yourself, my dear, Thinking no one will care? Did you love seeing your own blood, Pouring out of that precious skin, Just like a flood? Was that your rush? And you thought it wasn't enough? Have you lost all hope, my dear? Have you lost sight of what's fake and what's real? Have you held everything in, And took it out on that precious skin? I'm here to say It isn't the right way I'm not one to talk Because that path I have walked But I can say this: Please, my dear, Don't take it out on your precious skin.

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