I laid my heart out bare
I put my soul out for you
But when you didn't notice
I said I was fine
But I'm not ******* OK
That would be a joke if you think I was
I put my soul on the line for you
And you didn't give a ****
You sit there thinking everything is OK
But it's not and you know it
But things will never go my way
So you sit there smiling, without a clue
You're at the top of the cliff
And I'm falling for you
But you don't care
I'm just a stupid girl
Someone that goes unnoticed
But you don't have to care or listen right?
You don't have to give a ****
........right?
.....well maybe you should
I think you should open your eyes sometime.....
And give a ****...

'Why do you write poems?'
That is the worst question you can ask me
Because there is no true answer to that question
To describe my feelings
My anger
My pain
My sorrow
My guilt
My happiness
My confusion
To paint images, in my own point of veiw
The softness  and innocence of a single rose
The jeweled coolness found in a dew hanging, off a single blade of grass
The rough edges on of single page in a book, only too be softened with the words written on it.
To create
A story
A lullaby
A memory
A moment
I write because it makes life better in so many different ways
I write to create new stories
I write to remember old ones
I write to paint, new images
I write because it helps take away my pains
I write because, I can




                                       Why do you write poems?

She is just a girl

Who's  always in her own little world

thinks and cares so much for people

Who doesn't even are for her

And because of these people

It caused her to change

And now she'll never be the same person

She'll never live the same way...

I sit here crying tears for hours, tears no one ever sees
I scream words no one ever hears
I sing my sorrows no one ever seems to comprehend
I shout my anger but no one ever cares
It's almost as if I'm invisible
Here in this dark abyss
With no one to protect me
I'm bare...
cold...
and alone...

Invisible