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  Mar 2015 Andie May ostrander
Bluebird
I am not sorry for the things i said.
I can't be sorry for the things i feel.
With pain i know i am not dead,
And i get hurt because i am real.
I want to get something off my chest.
I want to say something.
But can what I say be enough?

I want to let you know you are enough
I know that its ruff.
That rite now it seems tuff.
But no matter what those hatters say.
I know you are enough

The best revenge is successes.
I know that its hard.
That you just want to end it all.

But angels do not look like me
I want you to look into my eyes
I want you to see this reason why

I breath because of you
I live because of you
I want you to pull threw because of you

You pulled me out.
You tuck away those pills
you pulled me out of depression
And I don't care if you hate me now

But I want to let you know that no matter what those hatters say
I know that your enough
I cried when i wrote this I truly believe that I can help I want to
I have found the place in me
That I feel is enough

I have found my place
Weir I am excepted
weir I am enough

I wont need your words anymore
I know that I'm not worthless

Just think back to how its bean
I know that we ended broken
But in the end you taught me something

I am more than your words say I am
I am more than your words that slowly **** me

I wish I could have found out sooner
as I'm lade down in my grave
I want you to know it was never the things you said
But the fact that you said it with a straight face.
I wrote this because it is the closest thing to me I have been suicidal, and I believe that if I had not found this place in me ,that I can go to whenever I am feeling bad that I would have ended up like this....I dedicate this to all the victims of somebody's words, and to all victims of bullying because I know what it feels like to be hurt. Just know that you are enough no matter what people say words cannot take away your worth.
She
Silent she is braking
Silent she goes on crying
How douse she disserve this?
When she lets out her last breath

Silent is the night
When this girl was born
And silent is the night
From witch she is torn
Who's fault is it now when she is layed down
With  skin pail as snow
Her death not a signal person knows
Why must she be put threw this
When all she disserved was bliss?
he never lets
anyone in

and probably
never will

he keeps it locked
away inside

so good at secrets
no one is even

suspicious
Wrote this in creative writing class
with burning screams
you will see
what the world has made of me
I will **** the worlds good night dreams
and sing with the terrified burning screams
sea
Sometimes I find myself
looking over the distance
wondering how would it be
if the words never did this
I look over and I see
the sea like glass
why would I want to end that way when
all I have would be useless
so I stand back and I laugh how selfish would it be if I had jumped into the sea
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