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Liana Dec 2024
I would give him a piece of my mind
Scream
Tell him how every single problem I have is his fault
But even then
He wouldn't get it

He'd say I'm crazy
That I'm young
That my mom got in my head
When she's the one who says not to argue
He doesn't understand that I still have feelings
And opinions
And that they come from me

He sends me a message
I want to respond
"*******"
I even typed it out
But don't send it

He would go insane
And my mom would suffer from that
So I just say
"Okay"

Bite my tongue
Be grateful it's not worse
Take the manipulations
But make sure to record it for later
So I can recognize them

I might love him
To some extent
He is my father after all
But I can't remember a time
When I had liked him
As a parent
Or a person

I don't say any of it
Hope you can't relate :)

(This note was written by that kids show backpack that instead of holding a map in it held all of the hopes and dreams of children that school slowly crushed)
Liana Dec 2024
Why can't I seem to enjoy things?
Why is my stupid brain always getting in the way?
I need it to shut up for once
Please
Please
Give me a break

Stop freaking out
These are just people
You are like them
Except not normal
I say to myself

I want to go home
I want to go home
I want to go home
I want to go home
I repeat
Over
And over
I can't stop

I say it
Standing in my own house
On what are now my floors

Why does everything have to stress me out?
Why can't I just live?
It isn't that big of a deal

Mind filling
Flooding
Often for just living

Hatred at self
For picking
picking
My skin
And causing my own pain

I need a break from my head
It seems to hate me

Go away
(this note was written by the innocent assistant in your head trying to calm everyone down. She might need break more than me for she is literally and not figuratively inside my head.)
Liana Dec 2024
When it rains
Little branches get wet
And droplets form on them
Not falling
Just waiting to drop
Some want it
Want to fall to this puddle from which there is no return
And some love it up there

They will drop though
That's for sure

Will they be shaken accidentally by a girl taking a walk?
Will the water build up so much
And they aren't strong enough?
Will they evaporate?

They will all fall
Eventually

Is that comforting?
Sad?
Is it crazy?
I was the ******* the walk today, it was freezing and raining but it was great. As I type this my hands barely work :)

(This note was written by the branch that is a side character in this poem. He was hoping this was his time and wondering who will write for him a poem where he is the star)
Liana Dec 2024
I want to do something
But I can't seem to do anything
I just sit on the couch
Cat on my lap
Blanket over me
And read

Everything I write
Right now
I feel isn't complete

I want to get up
And walk with my music outside
But I'm tired
Why is this so hard for me?
(this note was written by a destroyed chair that each rip and stain was from different person who felt bad at the moment. It is art.)
Liana Dec 2024
So cautious
To make me feel comfortable
Make me feel at ease

In a way it is great
I do think she understands me
Even when all there is to understand
Is just from watching me be

In a way it makes things worse as well
For she sees right though me
Gives me choices
I don't know what to do with those
I'm not used to choosing for me

It's all with care
And I don't think I've ever
Received such great amounts
From any friend
Or maybe anybody

Yes
Hugs are sometimes awkward for me
But I still can enjoy them
If with someone gentle
Who is not doing this
To make me feel worse
Instead of better

It was okay to hug her
Actually
It was nice
This is not something that usually happens

Care
Kindness
...
It's strange for me
I don't know how to act
I wasn't as light and funny
As I hoped to be

She was still
Trying to figure me out
Making me wonder if
The mask I thought I choose perfectly
Was actually transparent
And had misplaced Googly eyes

And for the first time ever
When I went to be alone for a second
Someone came to look for me
And asked me if I was okay

She's so careful
I want her to be comfortable
I don't want her to feel like
Or rather
Know
That I can't be calm and normal

I want to thank her
I really do
But speaking words
Is a difficult task
Especially when they mean something
(this note was written by sleepless nights that eat pomegranates with yellow grass and tofu)
Liana Dec 2024
When some think of falling
They can't help but think of flying

And when some think of flying
They can't help but think of falling
Sorry I didn't have to time to be on HP yesterday! I might not have much today either but I'll try my best.


This poem was inspired by a line in the book "Reached" in the series "Matched".


(This note was written by the person that had one cat. I feel like everyone that has a cat has more than that. Me too.)
  Dec 2024 Liana
Kaiden Lewis
How am i supposed to like you
After what you did to me?
Children have memories too,
Father
Guys im sorry i dissapeared for like a week i was at my father's house
#sa
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