I was on the verge,
on the edge of it all
Standing at the cliff,
ready to fall.
But you've lulled me away
You've convinced me to stay.
I won't mind as long
as I can see your beautiful face.

Fury
Like a tornado in my head.
Twisting and irrational.
A wave about to crash.
Frantically looking for escape.
A womb to climb inside.
Hiding from the twisting inevitability,
Of the whisper of my thoughts.
SCREAMING,
But seldom heard
I am weighed down by your scorn.
I will rise and I will be heard.
LISTEN TO ME
But the words are tangled in my mind.
Trapped inside a wounded beast.

Don't go looking for trouble?
For you might not like what you find?
Somethings truthfully should be left behind.

For every child born of **** and just doesn't know.
What you feel the need to find?
Might create memories long ago left behind.

Don't go looking for trouble?
Cause you might not like the resolution of truth.

That can of worms you open up might create drama that can't be fixed.

666
PREGNANT TEENS
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***
Got your attention?
good.
sorry for that hell of a beginning,
however,
this is big
So i needed an attention grabber.
heh heh.
See what I did there?
So then, B.D,
whats the news.
The news,
the really big big news,
is that I am alive.
though that may not be a big deal to you,
it is to me.
See, it is because of you,
that I live.
You,
the people of hello poetry.
The people of earth.
REAL PEOPLE.
You!
You are keeping me alive.
I write,
you read..
Right?
Our little system here.
Its a great one.
I am so glad you even decided to read this.
Like, you truly are a hero,
just. for. that.
If you don't feel special,
like I often do,
well let me tell you something.
please?
You are very special.
You are beautiful.
How do I know?
Because you are reading this,
which is poetry,
and poetry,
is a beautiful thing,
meant for beautiful people,
and what do you know?
Your reading this,
which means you are beautiful.
Its quite silly, yes I know.
But why be so serious all the **** time?
We need to smile.
And I smile
because of you =>
you bring life to my life.
This is for you, reader.
Not to a lover,
not to a family member.
To you.
You pioneer this smile,
and for that,
I owe you my life.

Two o’clock in the morning.
She’s standing on the sidewalk
In front of his house
Her lips are blue
Like that of a drowning victim.
Her quivering, shaky little body
Caused her blue lips to
Crack
Like an earthquake.
It’s raining.
She stands in all black flats
In a puddle up to her
Ankles.
She stares at the front door.
She contemplates going
Back in.
She can’t stomach the fact
She will never be here again.
The rain caused her make up
To drift down her cheeks
As if she was crying
She wasn’t.
She’s passed that now.
She’s so numb to emotions.
Emotions, redundant emotions.
Happiness only lasts for a second
compared to a second of sadness
that can last a millennia.

Heartbroken, yet,
content.
She knew it was the end
the inevitable end
to something she thought
magical.

She lets out a tiny chuckle
backs up to the point
her heels hang off the curb.

Two o’clock in the morning
a car comes speeding down the
road.
She takes a breath in
exhales slowly.
So silently she voices,

“Good-bye.”

She fall backwards off the curb
headlights brighten up her face.
The door to the dreaded house
opens.

“I love you.”

Piece by piece,
I gather myself up.
I'm shattered.
But the shards of my heart
are too sharp for putting back together.
But I'll recover when hell freezes over
and the dead come home.
I'm lost, afraid
ying to escape these walls.
Trapped
somewhere I know nothing of
and as if it's that simple to leave,
why don't I?
Alyssa?
Jordan?
Molly?
Emilie?
Tyler?
Sean?
Jesse?
Mark?
No..
I have to survive through this war I've been fighting.
Depression never quits.
And neither
will
I.