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Annie Mar 2015
I shut the door and let the demons play,
They said, "This time we have planned to stay."

So I sat in the corner of a sickening black room,
And I let the voices in my head to bloom,

Heaven, for the demons,the night had become,
As I watched them with knives,offering me some,

I prayed to God to get me out of there,
"Thee soul is ours.", is what they cleared,

Eventually, I saw a light at the end of pain,
It was mercy waiting for me down the lane,

Some called me a 'hero',others said 'wicked',
But who was to judge,when I had won the ticket,

For I know that for every tear,there is a sorrow to fade,
For every dark night,there is a promising bright day
Annie Feb 2015
If it has to be,
Why does it have to be this way?

For even a while,
I can't remember to be happy and gay,

Pistol, rifle, gun,
They are not so, with you can play,

Religion ,faith and belief,
I wish we learn to understand these one day,

When all are one,
All for all ,and none for none,

Why do you have to criticize?
Why do you have to let hate stay?
Learn to embrace others. Just like you want to he embraced. Learn to give love ,just like you want to be loved. Stop hate. Muslims condemn terrorism. Hypocrites don't.
Annie Feb 2015
I can still hear the laughter of that room,
Where we came from different houses,
But we were like a family every noon,

My heart still lingers for that flawless edge,
Where we had troubles,worries,sorrows,
But we smiled it away in the end,

I can't say, I can never really speak of it,
Even today my heart cries for those days,
But to bring them back, I don't really have a trick,

We have grown up and time has passed,
Now none of us know about the others,
Who once meant like sisters and brothers,

Today ,I don't even speak of my nostalgia,
'Cause if I do would keep talking forever,
And you'll wish if I had something like amnesia,

I just hope ,they're all okay,
Those friends of mine,
Whom I can't forget for a day,

But with a smile,
And a laughter on my cracked lips,
I'll always try to hide those feelings behind.
I never talk about this with anyone. And I never can tell the story behind this. But it was the most beautiful time of my life which no one can bring back.
Annie Jan 2015
I was scared, lost
I felt anxious

Happiness betrayed me
And I felt nauseous

I looked into the mirror
Displeasure owned me

I walked out of my home
Demons cloned me

All my life
I was never at ease

I had to take drugs
And little anti-depressant pills

With nobody to share
I felt lonely and unnoticed

Nobody knew my secrets
As I built my anxiety hills

They judged me
Called me someone I never was

I wish,I wished
That they could know my past

And here I am
Its just another night

My heart craves to swallow drugs,
Just so I can finally feel alright
Just what it is.
Annie Jan 2015
Every night
And everyday
He searched for
Something to say

Upset
Feeling insecure
He returned home
With nothing to say

He said
He wanted to do something
That would change his life
And make everything alright

He said
He needed to be somewhere
Never really told where
But said it was far from here


And when I asked him
Why was he so desperate
Why did he want it to change
He had nothing to say

When I asked him
What made him a house of curiosity
And made his life a mystery
He just had nothing to say
For those who suffer and change in the hard times.
Annie Jan 2015
She was waking off the beach,
Trying to laugh,trying to speak,
But there's something wrong,
She must be holding inside the tears,
Let me take a look ,now let me see,

  She looks into the mirror,she's displeased,
It seems as if she's a disease,
But look at that soul,
I think there's only fear and insecurity,
Can we help her? Can we,please?

She tries to do the best she can,
But she still falls down ,oh Sam!
Staggering through the hallway,
She thinks,"Well, now how bad?"
   I hope there is something special for her, like a man,

She wanted to be alone tonight,
And sat there in the corner of her room, with no light
I think she has taken enough of it,
Somebody has to stop the tears, and I
might,
But hey, will she finally feel alright?
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