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Nov 2015 · 443
Broken
Alexis Nov 2015
Being broken is not an easy thing
Everyone thinks you're crazy
That you take those pills to feel happy
That we DO, what most people do not understand
Is that a lot of us don't
Reason being is; They make everything hazy
They also make you feel ******
(What is that about, they are supposed to help us not make us worse)

The pills don't make you happy
They turn you numb
Until you forget you are actual person with feeling
We live our days going through the motions

The thing with society, is that we can not be happy with out being fake
Nor can we broken without begging for attention

So most of us do not even show that we need help
We try to escape people and their questions
We don't want any attention
We don't want others knowing how crazy we feel

Who wants to be around someone who depressed?
No one, That is why they lock us up
So they don't have to deal with our sadness
They are to weak to deal with something we fight with everyday
Jun 2015 · 643
Who am I?
Alexis Jun 2015
Who is that girl?
      Who is she behind that smile plastered on her face?
      Who is she behind the hurt in her eyes?
      Who knows?
      Does she even have a clue?

      Walking around trying to figure it out
      Trying to Remeber who she was
      Before her heart was shattered and
      Played with, like she deserved it
      Who is she?
      Does she even have a clue?
    
      Her heart is big
      Maybe that is why it is so easy to love all the wrong
       That people do
       She doesn't judge
       She believes every soul is good.
       Even when they break her.
       Who is she?
       Who knows?
        Does she even have a clue?
Feb 2015 · 704
To broken even for death
Alexis Feb 2015
Why does it hurt so much
Like a thousand peices falling off my heart
My tears shatter the world
While I hide in my own little corner
My walls start to crumble
The secrets explore the darkest part of life
no longer can I feel them  
I try to run and run but
Before I could comprehend
My life starts to fade
As I lie on the ground taking my last breath
I can see the one I've been
looking for
Death
He isn't that kind. He won't release me
Because even for Death I am
Too empty and cracked  from inside out
Sorry that I am not that good at writing poetry especially in the more traditional form. I have my own way.
Feb 2015 · 573
Death cheats
Alexis Feb 2015
Roses are red
Violets blue
My love for you is so true and bold
Every time i think of you my hearts Breaks a little more
When you died
Each and every good memory went into the grave with you

Lexi Kudlacz-Fenninger
Feb 2015 · 436
Cuts tell the future
Alexis Feb 2015
What makes her so sad and depressed?
Why does she take it out on her wrist?
Can she see no light?
In this dark cruel world?
Will she decide to leave and never come back?
Soes she not know we all really love her?
Or what shes doing will cause us more pain?
Feb 2015 · 414
Empty shadows
Alexis Feb 2015
The darkness impells
As my soul lingers in the shadows
Of an un wanted life
Beging for forgiveness

The winter wind blows
As my fears keep coming closer
And the light keeps fadding
Till i reawake in this hell burnig place
Called my life
Feb 2015 · 2.5k
Hurt
Alexis Feb 2015
The moonlight shines
As the cold wind blows
Two hearts beat
As a willowd rose weep

You say that you love me
And that you will never leave me
But there you are walking away
As if you never loved me
Why do you hurt me
As if you like seeing me cry

You say your in love with her
But then you break her heart
You say you'll love her till she dies
You say you'll never hurt her
But  you go ahead and break her

And when i think of you the pain starts again
You flip me over and roll me over and i do a somersault
And when I hear your voice my hearts stops
because you've caused so much pain


The moonlight shines
As the cold wind blows
Two hearts beat
As a willowed rose weep
Love is. *****
Feb 2015 · 565
Guilty
Alexis Feb 2015
(W)hy did you have to leave?
(H)ow did you get away with lying?
(Y)ou promised us you would stop

(Y)ou knew we would eventually find out so why?
(O)ur families suffered
(U)nknown of what you were thinking

(H)ad stayed I could have stopped you
(A)nd now the guilt eats at me
(D)id you even consider how we felt?

(T)o even think that this is a dream is silly
(O)ur families confided into each other

(D)idn't you think about what this would to us?
(I) couldn't take the guilt anymore now
(E)veryone can see the pain you have caused me?
Sorry I am not that good at writing.
I wrote this after mysteodad was killed
Feb 2015 · 726
Bloody knife
Alexis Feb 2015
Why does it hurt so much
Like a thousand knives in my chest
my life turned into a blurry mess
My tears shatter like broken glass
I try to get rid of all the pain
By dreaming of a happy life
But when I awaken
The knives go further into my shattered heart



By Lexi Kudlacz-Fenninger

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