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eliana Aug 5
Love
The most powerful word in the universe.
Children
The most powerful people in the world.
Creating our future,
Changing our world for the better.
There are some though,
That are not able to do so.
Some that are disabled,
Some that are abused,
Neglected,
Starving,
Unloved.
Why do we treat the future like its non existent?
We need to raise the future to be creative,
To fight for whats right,
To Love one another,
And to be our Future.
We need to love these children.
Because everyone should love
And Be Loved.
eliana Aug 5
Everything is broken
I told Him one more time
You gave me such fantastic wings
But I refuse to fly.
Because all the scars are open
Silence screaming, fight!
But everything is broken
I want to be alone
It’s safe here in the emptiness
It’s perfectly insane
I do not have to pretend
I’m proud of my own name
Writhing in the whispers that I tell myself I am
I don’t have to wonder if there is a promise land
It’s awful here, I know it
It’s killing me, no doubt
But if I let someone in
I might just let me out
And what, I wonder, would they think
If finally, they could see
All the brilliant consciousness
They’re hiding from, in me.
eliana Aug 5
Things get hard I tell them I'll figure it out
In reality I don't know if to go right or left
Can't move a single step without being
Reminded of the pain I felt
Two step Forward
Five steps back
Sometimes I don't know how to react
I'm use to fighting
Story of my life
But let me be because I'll be alright
Mind out of body
Body out of mind
Forever I'm thinking that will be my kind
And that's just fine
eliana Aug 5
You
Don't you just hate when
You finally open up to them
After they beg you to tell them what's wrong
And you say no for so long.
They finally crack you open
So they can hear your words spoken
So you let it out
And without a doubt
Its now all about them.
The guilt trips, black mail ect. Ect.
Just shut up honestly.
You wanted me to talk so I did
Now your acting like i was taking a dig.
You wonder why I dont talk to you
Its because this is what you always do
All I wanted was for you to see
How all this is effecting me
But no
Only your emotions are allowed to show.
So I bottle mine back up
And shut  up.
Ill comfort you now
Even though I dont know how
Im dying inside
But that, I have to hide.
To help you
Because thats what I do.
Next time just have some sympathy
So I can finally talk about me.
eliana Aug 5
As the pressure rises, my shoulders fall.
Unable to carry the weight of it all,
I shatter - like glass -
into a million jagged pieces.
I become an impossible mess.
You try to clean me up.
you get cut.
you retreat.
but you can't stand to just leave me there.
I am inconvenient now.
No longer the vase that held your pretty flowers,
and ugly secrets.
So you call me ugly.
But ugly is subjective -
and I am trying
my best
to pick up my pieces
and become
mosaic.
eliana Aug 5
Everyone tells me I'm gorgeous
That I have stunning features to die for,
But I must have gone blind,
Because I can't see them anymore.

When I know they're being honest,
I still think it's a lie,
I look into the mirror
I'm so ugly I want to cry.

I see a disabled person,
Or someone who's lost their arm or knee,
I see much potential in them
But can't see it in me.

Why is it my vision is impaired?
And I can't marvel at what others view
Why do I contend with myself
And see so much beauty in you?
What I see at my school - everyone thinks everyone is more beautiful than them.
eliana Aug 5
Depression is a monster
That destroys both heart and soul.
It tortures without mercy
And consumes its victim whole.

It cripples and disables,
Making life too hard to cope.
It can make each day a nightmare
And leave a person without hope.

Some people feel this sadness
From the time that they are young,
And believe that they are different
And can't be loved by anyone.

It's reinforced by parents
Too depressed themselves to care
For that child they're supposed to love,
But instead forget is there.

Depression can be nurtured
Through violence and neglect
And fists used only to degrade
And words used to reject.

It's hidden in those bullies
Who torture and demean,
Who use their words like weapons
To destroy all self-esteem.

It's fueled by those substances,
That are used to help escape.
From that endless pain depression brings
And that unbearable heartache.

It can cause someone to just give up,
To lose all strength to fight.
It can annihilate one's very soul
And make them take their life.

Yes, Depression is a vulture
That will make anyone its prey.
There is no one who deserves it,
And there is no one to blame.

We don't need to make a judgment,
But we need to be aware
That those who suffer through this pain
Just need the world to care.
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