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 Jul 2015 Deena
Lisa Batchelor
When will it end?
Nonstop crying
The feeling of pain and dying

When will it end?
Kids being abused
God, they're so confused

When will it end?
All the self harm
The blood on their arms

When will it end?
The sleepless nights
The parental rights

When will it end?
"I wanna go home!"
"I can't do this alone!"

When will it end?
Society telling you who to be
When all you need to be is free

When will it end?  
She's gone now, home, safe
Done feeling the feeling of grief

Well that's your answer
It ends when someone's pushed to far
From April, but it has a good message.
 Jul 2015 Deena
Lisa Batchelor
When I look in the mirror I hate what I see
I look and I see someone unknown to me
But hey that's okay I'll be okay soon
On the way up to heaven, past the moon
Just thinking.
 Jul 2015 Deena
Traveler
She believes in happy things
Invisible beings with fairy wings
Fluttery butterflies make her dance
An endless game of happenstance
Eyes of wonder, transparent soul
The world is cruel but she doesn't know...

She greets me with smiles from ear to ear
To hold her heart I solemnly swear
Gentle touch soothes the soul
In her presence I turn to gold
She holds my restless heart at bay
As she executes her innocent ways...

Her plans get lost in the making
A pouty face when she's faking
Empty cups of invisible tea
Cartoon bandages when she bleeds
Shelves filled with eyes that stare
She loves her tattered teddy bear...

Crayon drawing of sunny skies
She draws me with big wide eyes
Read me a story, she hands me a book
It's past her bedtime but she gives me that look
I tuck her in and read her asleep
And pray my love she'll always keep...
Traveler Tim Jun 30, 2015
 Jul 2015 Deena
Lauren Leal
I said I was okay,
                and another person was deceived.
 Jul 2015 Deena
Nicole Dawn
"Luxury"
 Jul 2015 Deena
Nicole Dawn
It used to be
That I would escape the world
Through sleep

Then the nightmares came
And now
I am not even allowed
That 'luxury'
 Jul 2015 Deena
Joel Frye
isn't it odd
how we can know
human nature
well enough
to write poems
that move others
to tears
yet must hear
the words of others
to cry
alone
.
Peter, Paul and Mary - "No Other Name" www.youtube.com/watch?v=-GdB3oWRS04
When I was 14
I wanted to die
and as I sat silent in my room
no longer crying
with the blade in my hand
on my wrist
I wasn't bothered by the fact
that I didn't write a note
to say how I feel
to blame everyone for my decision
to say my final goodbyes.

I didn't bother.
I was so sure they wouldn't care
wouldn't notice
wouldn't mind.

I'm almost 20 now
and I am still sure.
No one would notice.
No one would care.
No one would mind.

And unlike 6 years ago.
No one is with me
to stop me now.
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