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Riot May 2014
a little tear across his face
took the place
of the smile on his face
to erase
the trace
of happiness
and grace
was like taking everything he knew
off of his face
but they did

adopted
in a world of hate
you are not loved
you are
adopted
and it matters who adopted you
but your friends don't understand
that some times
an adoption
could be a man and a man

they ripped his heart out like it was nothing
because of a different way of living

living in a world of
"****"
not living in a world
of people
living in a world
were people can't live their lives
and we all live in evil
no matter what form

so he went home
with his own blood on his shirt
crying out for his dad(s)
they could not understand him
through his tears
but what he was saying was:
**what's a ***?
Riot Apr 2014
what's so wrong with me
that i can't hold on
that i'm just to fragile
that i can't be strong

why do i feel this
teary eyed feeling
like i'm about to cry
but my tears don't matter

like i need to get even
but with whom will i do that?
like i need to change something
but what do i change?

this feeling is so deep
i don't know what it means
do i need to cry
or do i need to say something?
who has that feeling
Riot May 2014
the majority
tells you what you are
where to stand in the midst of all the stars
confusing
the rules
but you'll get used to it

step one: don't care out laud
the very first thing that got me
was my friend
more confident then most
but had to cave in
we go in the midst of all these people
and can't choose one topic
because she cares what people think?
but then later that day tells me she doesn't care what people
say
what's the difference?
if anything it should be the other way around
but being a teenager means you are on a different ground
which brings me to

step two: do what you gotta do
know this one actually applies to everybody
but you find it starts with the particular stage
you find yourself switching gears
if you will
when another crowd comes your way
and what do you do  when two crowds are together
go with the winning side
because if you're winning the battle
there's no need to hide
but you hide

step three: remembering God is being pushy
i find this one in many shapes and sizes
you're having too much fun
to remember what the prize is
you love to hate so you forget to love
but then you ask God about the lack thereof?

step four: it's not ok to slam a door
you believe life is full of chances
and that is is true
but some of those chances are not meant for you
it's ok to say no

but not to your parents :)
Riot Apr 2014
The angels are reaching out to you
Asking for your time
To listen to what they have to say
To give you peace of mind

They know how sad you have been
And they're not going to give up
Until your frown turns into a smile
And you keep your head up

They're telling you its not over
They're telling to win the fight
Your fight
They're telling you to do what's right
Riot Aug 2014
they say the anti Christ would com
and nobody would know where from
they say nobody would know
him
he would claim peace
and still be destructive
maybe i'm the anti Christ
i claim peace
but i'm still destructive
*and nobody knows me
Riot Mar 2014
some people say
this would be the saddest day of their lives
for me
it's the best
because when i cry
it reminds me
i need to knoked down a few pegs.
but my tears don't matter
this is who i am
and if you haven't met my father
you would never understand.
i try to do the right thing with his eye
then he controls me
but if not
well
it sends me right back to hello poetry.
because telling you about my pain
is not what i'm about.
but this is a special pain
that i can't live without.
if i try to say goodbye
it will find me
take over me
control me
it takes this best of me
and turns it into the worst of me
in human eyes
because nobady really knows what goes on inside
but believe it or not
this is the best day
of my life
Riot Jul 2014
The biggest lie a human has ever told themselves
**it's all gonna be alright
Riot Apr 2014
my name is Nina
i am the dark in the world
i don't care for the light
for the world is a dark place
where death is smiled upon
and bullies are heroes
that is considered the light
but i'm dark

i believe in a God
a dark one
who saves people from death on a daily basis
a God who believes in everyone's greatness
a God who created the greatness inside you
and when you feel lonely he'll always remind you
that you are a shadow
pure and light
and someday
you will overcome the light
Riot Apr 2014
tell me why i'm never good enough
why me being "good" is just too tough
for you to understand
and lending a hand of love is not in your plan
because you wanna be right?
but what is right when your on the wrong path?
like the mad hatter
all you do is laugh
and chaos is right
so you try and create discord
make it seem like i fight
and i do fight
i fight for what's right
and the day that you win
is the day i give in
so i guess you should sit back
it's going to be a long ride
before i tell you what you want
and give up the fight
Riot Jul 2014
the first step to recovery
is not admitting you have a problem
**it's admitting you need help
Riot Oct 2014
the itsy bitsy spider
went up the water spout
down came the rain
and washed the spider out
out  came the sun and dried up all the rain
*and the itsy bitsy spider
has amnesia
Riot Nov 2015
his voice crawled up my staircase and into my skin
“i miss you”
he said in his fatherly tone as if he had been off to war
two seconds ago he was in his room watching the news and then he decided to miss me
out of the blue
the first words that pop into my mind are
“you don’t have the right to”
but i’m not that bold
so i just respond with, “ok”
because what else was i supposed to say
we see each other everyday
he’s my father for ***** sake
he’s my father
no that doesn’t sound right
he’s the man that contributed to my birth
and if i wasn’t so **** afraid of him i’d call him that
if i talked to him at all
because being forced to call the source of my anxiety “daddy”
my sanity begins to shrink and
i feel small
because i was raised not to talk to strangers
but what about the ones that pretend to be family
the ones whose eyes hold the secrets of insanity
the ones who taught me how to hide my depression before i could color in the lines
but you think you have the right
to miss me?
after tearing my childhood apart with your bare hands
denying me the freedom to have a problem
making me a rebel for being human
setting unstable examples
letting love be redefined by how quiet we pretend to be
while our minds scream for an actual example of a family
but after throwing me in the cold
you start to miss me
when you realize i’m freezing
you blame me for being to cold
i told myself over and over
not to talk to strangers
especially the ones
who miss me
Riot May 2014
i can't tell you i care
i know you don't
Riot Jul 2015
I could quit if I wanted to
But I don't
Riot Jun 2014
For those who think
Miracls dont exist
You didnt see my dream
Riot May 2014
the reason i can't trust?
thinking back now there's none
Riot May 2015
their colors light up the sky
after the most threatening storms

they make the world feel safe and warm

but though they bring so many smiles

the rainbow
doesn’t smile

no 

it is the very metaphor for the depressed and the broken

all the rainbow asks for is a token of appreciation

but it’s enough 
just to make you smile

because the rainbow will trade it’s happiness 
for yours

will shake the very floors of your eyes

what a surprise
rainbow is depressed?

but she’s so pretty…
Riot Apr 2014
Nobody knows why it comes
Nobody knows why it leaves
But they all know
Every year
It has something up its sleeve

They see it as a monster
They think it feeds on fright
All they see is lightning
But all we see is light

For we know it
See it
We know why it comes
So we leave it

But once a year it's underestimated
By someone who thinks they're faster

So once a year it comes back
To show you who's the master
Riot Nov 2015
how did i fall down?
why can’t i cry out?
when did my life become a cave and why can’t i get out?
there are so many things
nobody ever told me
and when i found out i was already trapped
only the truth can change that.
this is the truth that happens when we talk about it
it’s the truth that happens when we’re not afraid
it’s that truth that never ever reached the surface
but look at us now

i wish somebody told me
that life can’t be easy
and when it is
it destroys the happiness that comes freely
i wish that somebody told me
that depression is empty

because when i wasn’t sad
i thought i was crazy
because the truth isn’t common
that's why i never knew the struggles that were coming
Riot Mar 2014
everyone knows that your dreams depend on the atmosphere.
depending on the temperature, you might have a nightmare.
so the world around you depends on what you see, what you hear.
so what about your life.
because the life we own is not our own.
but we make it that way as if we know what we're supposed to do
but listen for a second
learning is supposed to move you and put you in your place
but learning can't catch up to you if everything is a race
oh, life's to short
that's the devil trying to get you to rush
tell the devil
"i'm only taking what's mine"
and what's your?
admit it, we all want the same thing
"success, beauty, to be something"
what does that mean to you?
that depends on your dreams
so next time the devil try's to get you to fuss
change the atmosphere and say
"i'm not in a rush"
my first poem
Riot Apr 2015
he carried her secrets to his grave
she carried his secrets to his grave also
Riot Apr 2014
you forgot who you were
didn't know where to go
your friends have seen it all
i know you think you're alone
they just forgot to call

you were jaded
but you made it
through another ****** hall
another secret
you have to keep it
but your knife has seen it all

you lost everything you had
a shaky bridge
no one can cross it
at all
i know you think you're alone
but you have seen it all

and though you think that jumping
is a way to end your wrong
the drivers have seen it
God has seen it
and the bridge has seen it all
Riot Jul 2014
every day i go into my mirror, **** in my stomach and pretend i'm a professional dancer, then i realize i'm too overweight.

i care too much about everything

i wish i could commit suicide, then i get sad when i find something to live for

there's something deep behind everything i say

i can't stand complements

i don't ever say i have bulimia, because it sounds like a disease, i am bulimic i didn't catch bulimia

the reason i don't like compliments is because i don't think i deserve them

another thing is i don't see the point in praising a being on not being human (long story)

i don't trust people just because they're human
most people think there is a deep reason
i just don't

i don't like when people think there is something deep to something that is just simple

i hate when everybody believes a lie i told and thinks too much of the truth (they don't even know the lie was a lie, they just do it)

i might be the only person in the world who never has deep moments while it rains

i choreograph better than i dance

everybody loves my singing voice yet i hate it

i wish nobody existed but animals so they could live in peace

i wish i lived in an abusive home so i could stop being in between.
Riot Jan 2016
i’m younger than you’d ever guess
yet i feel older than time
my head is kicked around like a soccar ball
but trust me, i feel fine.
my parents used to abuse me physically but i didn’t mind
because the worst pain was emotional
ask the doctor who doesn’t know i’m dying
because depression is just a phrase people use to pass as hip
but when someone says it on a serious note you make like their hope
and dip
but me,
i’ve been seeing this since i was four years old
never could express my blessings because they were wrapped in the cold
but i’m fine
i still purge every once in a while
but i’m sharing
some thay counts for something
right?
i guess i’m growing,
i’m not a poet
but i occasionally rhyme
i’m not a sharer
but i guess this right here proves that statement to be a lie
Riot Sep 2014
i broke every wall in my life
except the one that matters
so people can see i'm afraid to be seen

i'm mean so people can see i'm nice enough to do everything
i'm whole on the outside
to remind people there's nothing left within
(but you're not the source of my pain)

i hide
so people can come out of hiding

i don't fight
so people know
if i go down
i go down fighting

i hurt
just so i can stop the hurting
but the pain i talk about isn't yours

my bones are weak
because i give my strength to all the other people
my brain is fried
because my only knowledge of my country is evil

i break
so other peoples hearts i can mend
i would fall on my knees to pick my family up again
i would cut myself
just so my best friend would stop cutting but it doesn't work that way

i will never give up on a world i still hold in my heart
i will never begin to let a piece fall apart
and no i'm not 12 anymore
even though my birth certificate says so

and yes i act like i know better
simply because i do
even though the things i know about
i never have gone through
experience isn't the best teacher

and maybe i do hate myself
doesn't mean i'm suicidal
i just work to be better
and maybe one day i can be

i don't know why i talk about myself
so don't ask (lol)

and even though this poem is long i have so much to say
*but it doesn't really matter
Riot Jun 2014
i don't like talking about myself
because i'm not in poverty
and i don't see me in the mirror
because there's a glass side of me

i don't do trust exercises
because i'm not prepard to fall
i try to give my all
but sometimes i am not there at all

people
are weakned
people
don't have so much on their plate
but i am not a person
i'm the church's v8

sometimes i can't take people
talling me to talk more about me
as if telling you
what i see in a mirror
is going to help humanity
but i can't help everybody
and right now someone is commeting suicide
because i wasn't there
and that's one of the things my 12yr old heart cannot bare

i have a lack of experiance
i was brought up that way
so if i don't speak so much about me
that's because there's nothing to say

so that's me
for those who wanted a poem about me
you annoyed me enough to get a poem from me
so here
take it
**i don't want it
for those who want to know about me
Riot Nov 2014
this old man
he played one
he  played nick knack with a gun
with a nick knack patty whack
give a dog a bone
this old man has no more hope

this old man
he played two
he played nick knack oh so blue
with a nick knack patty whack
give a dog a bone
this old man has no more hope

this old man
he played *three

he has no more family
with a nick knack patty whack
give a dog a bone
this old man has no more hope

this old man
he had four
parents kicked him out the door
with a nick knack patty whach
give a dog a bone
this old man has no more hope

this old man
he played five
he hangs with this ol' bee hive
with a nick knack patty whack
give a dog a bone
this old man has no more hope

this old man
he played six
he killed all his friends with bricks
with a nick knack patty whack
give a dog a bone
this old man has no more hope

this old man
he played seven
he forced himself into heaven
with a nick knack patty whack
give a dog a bone
this old man has no more hope

this old man
he played eight
just found out his girlfriend's late
with a nick knack patty whack
give a dog a bone
this old man has no more hope

this old man
he played nine
let's just say he learned to fly
with a nick knack patty whack
give a dog a bone
this old man has no more hope

this old man
he played ten
never played nick knack again
with a nick knack
patty whack
give
a
dog
a
bone

**this old man has cut his throat
Riot Feb 2016
to the woman who saw right past my depression
thank you
you stopped me from doing something horrible to myself
to the woman who saw right past my depression
i hope you take your own advice and love yourself as much as it looks like you do
you’re the only cloud in my rainy sky who actually meant to strike thunder
your poured your heart out to me for a few minutes
and you’re probably my only meaningful memory
my life is a blur
my eyes clouded with tears
but when you said sad
you actually meant depression
and to the woman who saw right past my depression
i’m sorry
that my progress is non existent
that i was truly listening to a story i would never be in
i’m sorry that you think i’ll actually get better from this
that i didn’t express my feelings the way i was supposed to
in that moment
i swear i wish i had cried
because you’d probably say something
that would make me feel alive
instead of dead inside
because you and i both know
i was already triggered
i was swept into a ditch of lovely conversation and it reminded me how nobody listened
the only person who listen to me never heard me speak before
and that was you
you saw my eyes instead of my words
saw the plants
and not my world
so for the woman who saw right through my depression
saw the emotions i hid from the world
i hope someone does the same for you
because i know happiness can be a brick wall
Riot May 2014
the best thing to do in a train wreak?
don't be the defective breaks
Riot Sep 2014
You cut open trees
For the broken rings
To determan age
Did you ever stop to think the rings are self inflicted?
That age has nothing to do with it?
Riot Apr 2014
trust
once you have mine
i have to start over
trust is an addiction
and i'm trying to get sober
the trusted know you the most
and no one really knows me
i can't trust you with my life
because when i'm dead it'll be on me
my secrets are mine
and mine only

to me
trust is a bridge
you know i can cross to your side
but you can't come to mine
because two half's don't make a whole
they make another line
so maybe next time

i don't know why i'm like this
speechless
walking around with four walls around me
leadless

whatever happened to me
to make you untrustable to me
i know
i sorry
it's wrong
though i can't trust you
you can trust me
because *i
know that i can belong

but i can't let you have my trust
i can't start over
i can't get addicted again
*i have to get sober
Riot Apr 2016
i’m the tumblr girl who has deep conversations on any topic, but in real life, pretend i don’t understand poetry

i’m the tumblr girl who has a simicolon necklace, and pretends to have no connection to the meaning whatsoever

i’m the tumblr girl who is confident in every typed sunrise, every explained sunset, and her interpretation of the stars, but when nighttime comes i pretend to be afraid of the dark

i’m the tumblr girl who defines “emotional abuse” as “the failure to be a parent.” yet listens to the praise given to “such a strong family”

I’m the tumblr girl who will one day

just stop posting
Riot Apr 2014
T.V**
Torn vision
Riot Apr 2014
T.V**
Taken
Visually
Riot Apr 2014
T.v**

Trusting. Violence
Riot Dec 2014
ugly is a word that’s been overused
it means you’re happy without makeup and your high heels shoes
it means you don’t see in the mirror what they try to tell you
ugly is a weapon used in war
fat means your rib cage sorta hangs out
and you don’t eat much because your stomach’s full of doubt
and it’s hard to believe that you’re able to breathe
with the rope they have on you
Riot Aug 2014
my home
my golden heart is stolen
give me hope
the voices growing

take the pain
and **** me softly
talk to me as if i am nothing
because that's what i love about you father

leave me to die alone in a home where i am prisoner

did it hurt when i fell from heaven?
you and i both know
people like me
work our way from hell
Riot Jul 2014
i tried to hold my head up high
for the first time
in a long time
but then i realized why i stopped
*the air is heavy in the sky
Riot Nov 2014
unloved
sent from above
don’t know what it is but she’s had enough of...
never free
of memories
just like her reflection
it’s not always what it seems
she wishes she could be free
Riot Dec 2014
i wanna believe that you’re alright
but i’ve never been able to see sadness in your eyes anyway
i wanna know that you’d fight without me
but you were never a fighter anyway
i wanna know you won’t give up
but this isn’t why i’ve been so pushy
i want to know you are ok
without having to take from what i gave
Riot Jan 2015
when they renewed their vows
thats the first time he said out loud
how much he loved her
and she was so proud
because in his eyes wasn't the broken child
black and blue
it's the man that learned to love
Riot May 2015
all i am is my memories
the good and the bad
if i try maybe i can be
the dreams i used to have
Riot Nov 2014
i live inside my own reflection
hold on tight
no sense of direction
perfect girl no tears no lesson
perfection is not perfection

cut open my heart
and promise not to look inside
you'll no longer feel you something to alive
Riot Dec 2015
maybe i was right
maybe i was wrong
but i now have a new found passion
now that you're gone
Riot Jan 2015
i'm sorry
Riot Jul 2015
i chose to be happy
not to hear you clap for me
but to love without fear of the world
i chose to let many things go
and to let little things go without appreciation
because this isn't a time when we need to let good acts slide
Riot Jun 2015
if you feel to lonely
let me be your friend
if you feel too closed off
let somebody in
if you feel like you’re not strong enough
get some weights and go to town
and smile at yourself
even when all you wanna do is frown

there’s power in a smile
but there’s no weakness in tears
realize that you’re small
but a giant compared to your fears
take small steps towards a mountain
then run the last lap to victory
expect more of yourself than people expect of you
you know goals better than any
Riot Nov 2014
brace yourselve
oh people
of fairytales and friends
it's time someone told you the truth
the face of you
oh people
who talks on your behalf
will never talk to you
there comes a time in your life
were people think they know you
but the truth is they speak for you
and never speak to you
Riot Dec 2015
I screamed but you didnt hear me because the silence was too loud

I cried but you have your own tears  now
Riot Feb 2016
i study at the university of life and major in depression and anxiety
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