ThingsWillChange

ThingsWillChange Jun 2014

Thank you,
For always being there,
Even when times were rough.

Thank you,
For your time and patience,
Even hen it was wearing thin.

Thank you,
For being a friend,
Even though I don't know you.

Thank you,
For listening to my story,
Even when I didn't want you to read on.

But do you?
Really want this?
A girl who has scars?

A girl who's been labeled?
Cutter and shredder?
Bisexual and bipolar?

You took her in,
Gave her support,
Mended the scars.

You helped her,
Fixed her broken wings,
Now she flies.

Thank you so very much,
For saving her,
For saving me.

A free verse poem dedicated to my amazing friends and fans on movellas.com

#thankyou

ThingsWillChange Jun 2014

Do you know what it's like?

Do you know what it's like?
To sit alone, overlooked and hurt?

Do you know what it's like?
To cry yourself to sleep every night?

Do you know what it's like?
To be broken and bruised, ignored and confused?

Do you know what it's like?
To die die every day, and yet have no regain?

Do you know what it's like?
To be told your hated every single day?

Do you know what it's like?
To be hurt both mentally and physically by the ones you hold dear?

Do you know what it's like?
To be ignored and scarred?

Do you know what it's like?
To see a sliver of hope, it then to be ripped away?

Do you know what it's like?
To feel as if you could never love or be loved again?

Do you know what it's like?
To cut and beat and shred?

Do you know what it's like?
To live a half life?

Do you know what it's like?**
To be me?

Do you?

#alone #hurt #selfharm #ignored #doyouknowwhatitslike #tobeme #halfalife

ThingsWillChange Jun 2014

Cuts

The room is empty,
The air is still,
Nothing but me,
My contempt.

It's cold,
Smooth,
Sharp,
Uncontrolled.

I turn the killer,
Over in my hands,
I turn the breaker,
The thriller.

I wrap my fingers,
Over the handle,
Open,
It lingers.

Fair skin,
No marks,
No scars,
This what would've been.

Press,
Glide,
Cut,
Regrets.

Drip drop,
Red,
Blood,
No stop.

Pain,
Mental,
Physical,
No gain.

Sharp breaths,
Gasps for air,
Bad thoughts,
Deaths.

Back to reality,
Realization,
Wounds now scars to come,
No morality.

The blade,
Not the killer,
The one who holds it
The killer betrayed.

Just one,
A single burning cut,
All this hurt,
What have I done?

A poem about cutting.

#cutting #hurt #cuts

ThingsWillChange May 2014

Asleep

I lay awake,
In the room,
Darkness surrounds,
Encasing,
Enclosing.

Trapped,
In the room,
No escape,
From the suffocation,
The darkness.

Light,
Shines at the end,
Of a long corridor,
Like a beacon,
Pointing me to sleep.

Walk towards,
The light,
I fall,
Falling,
Falling.

I slip,
Deeper,
And deeper,
Drifting
To sleep.

The light fades,
Immersed in pure shadows,
Now I am gone,
Gone, gone, gone
Gone.

The weary eyes,
Tired Arms,
Slowing breathes,
Waiting dreams,
Have taken over.

My dreams,
They wait,
For me,
I am,
Asleep

ThingsWillChange May 2014

The Three Birds

Inspired by Divergent

The three birds,
Watch them fly away.
From the pages of the books,
Which almost lead them astray.

The Three Birds,
Soar through the sky.
Only to arrive,
In the blink of an eye.

The Three Birds,
Now circle around a girl..
They swoop down quickly,
Then unfurl.

The Three Birds,
Now rest upon her collar.
Resembling the girl's,
Brother, Mother and Father.

#divergent

ThingsWillChange May 2014

My Special Place

My Special Place (inspired by Movellas)

Here in my special place I can be,
Someone else,
Someone I've always wanted to be,
That someone is my real true self.
Here in this amazing world,
No one can judge me,
Here in my special place I can create a new world,
What I think the world should be.
I can be free to write,
And free to read,
Here my stories are told without great fright,
In my special world I don't have the need,
To be some one other than me,
Some one different,
Someone I only pretend to be,
Here I am brilliant,
In my special place,
Here I can be,
Exactly me.

ThingsWillChange May 2014

Eclipse

Inspired by Wendy Mass' Every Soul A Star

I stare up at the deep blue sky,
At the sun and moon up so high,
A pitch black mass,
A hot yellow gas,
Float side by side,
Then they collide,
Casting the moon's silhouette,
So I begin to forget,
Of all the difficulty,
There was previously,
And began to accept,
I decided not to intercept,
Then he slipped his hand into mine,
And I felt just fine.

A poem inspired by Wendy Mass' Every Soul A Star.

#soul #*** #star #inspired #eclipse #every