The Blue Rose in Shadows

The Blue Rose in Shadows Nov 2015

Blades

Sharp, Beautiful, Cold.
A tool and a weapon for fighting battles against someone,
be it you or another.

Slice, Slice into the skin.
Drip, Drop goes the blood.
Tick,Tock goes the clock.
Blah, Blah peers that talk.
You can hear this all, sitting in the bathroom stall with your faithful, Blades that cut, cut, cut.
Into paper and into skin.
Cut, Cut, Slice.
Drop, Drip, 'Till your time runs out.
All with the help of your trusty *Blades

Sorry that I've been gone so long, also, sorry for being gone so long and then coming back with a depressed, not very good poem.

#cutting #dark #blood #help

Jun 2015

Nicole Dawn

Yeah I'm Fine

Yeah I'm fine

I just tripped
Off a cliff

I'm just chipped
Into a million pieces

It's only a scratch
But I'm bleeding out

I'm fine as always
*Just dying inside

"I'm fine as always" is my constant response to "how's it going" or similar questions, but here's what I really am saying

#sad #okay #question #meaning #fine

Jun 2015

Lianna Walters

Listen

I scream and I shout and I jump up and down
But no one cares to listen
I cry and I beg and I plea with the crowd
But no one cares to listen
Am I invisible? Is everyone deaf?
Or does no one care to listen?
Are people blind? Am I dead?
Or does no one care to listen?
I want someone to notice me, to say that it’s okay
To wipe away the tears, show me that the world’s not grey.
Just have someone be there, always night and day-
But sadly, no one cares to listen.
Can someone, anyone hear my cry?
If no one does, I think I might die
I’m running out of tears to cry
But no one cares to listen
No one cares to listen
No one cares.
Listen

~Julianna Walters

#listen #noonecares

The Blue Rose in Shadows Jun 2015

Milestones

You Weren’t There When I Took My First Steps.

When I First Talked, When I First Blew Out The

Candle On My First Birthday Cake. When I

Made My First Mistake. You Weren’t there

To Help Me Fix It. You Weren’t There To See Me

Grow. How I Wish You Had Seen

My First Milestones. Now I Am

Old And Grown, You Still Aren’t

Here To See My Milestones. See

Me Get Married, Or Celebrate My

Birthday. Now I Am Dead And

Gone, You Weren’t At My Funeral,

You Didn’t Say Goodbye How I

Wish You Had Seen All Of My

Milestones.

Here Is A Poem For The People Who Had Milestones Missed.

#depressed #help #milestones #noonecares

The Blue Rose in Shadows May 2015

Invisible

Can you see me?
                                                      I see you.
                         Can you hear me?
                                                          As I hear you.

                        Do you know how much I cry at night?
                      Do know how much I want to be hugged tight?
                    Do you how much I want to smile?
                        One that no ones seen in a while.
                             Do you know how much it hurts to be ignored?
                       Like your something ***** and torn?
                              Can you be my saving LIGHT or will you leave me to the NIGHT?
                                           I am a wallflower.
                                             I am the ghost.
                                            I. Am. Invisible.

My third poem. I want to warn you guys that I make these up as I write so I'm not doing a lot of thinking.

The Blue Rose in Shadows May 2015

Raindrop

A raindrop floats down from clouds of grey.
It seems to be cry Night and Day.
Help me O Help me it pleads as it falls.

Spiraling, drowning, falling, raindrops.

It crys and weeps the sky.
The raindrops its tears. The sky it's face. The clouds its eyes.

Spiraling, drowning, falling, raindrops.

Raindrop O Raindrop why do you cry?
I cry for the stars. I cry for the sky. I cried for my life but not anymore.
Why O Why did I ever die.

Hope you'll enjoy this is only my second poem.

The Blue Rose in Shadows May 2015

My Tragedy

Why
   do
                                            I
                                          Cry?
                                          You
                                          Ask
                                      Yourself,
                                         Day
                                         and
                                       Night.
                                      Why
                                     are the
  Stars so Bright? Why Can’t
     I Fall Asleep at Night?
               Why Do I Feel
                                      Like I’m Falling
        Down In A Spiral?
Why do Fears Come Crawling? Why do I Feel Like I’m Falling?
Can You Help Me Fight This War? You Ask.
Who are you Fighting For? They Ask.
Myself. Who Is This Battle Against.
Myself, All My Battles Are Against Myself.
I Can’t Sleep At Night, All I get Is A Fright.
I Can’t Eat I’m Afraid of Making Myself Stronger and Losing This War.
Because If I Lose This War I  Die.
           This Is Why I Cry, Why I Can’t Fall Asleep At Night,
Why I think The Stars Are  So Bright.  Please Help Me In My Fight. You Answer.

Please, You Think. Help Me.
Because Under Your Strong Demeanor You are A Person Who Desperately Needs Help.
They Turn Their Back On You Because That’s What They’ve Decided To do.
They Shouldn't Have.
And The Day They Realized, Is The Day That You Committed Suicide.
That Was Her Tragedy.

— The End —