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 May 2014 Melanie Walsh
meg
there's 6 types of sadness:
1) the break in your heart when your high school love says he doesn't love you anymore and that he found someone new that's better than you
2) the 4 am feeling of loneliness when you realize nobody is ever really there when you need it the very most
3) the shaky feeling that runs through your spine when all you crave is a blade and to see crimson run down your thigh
4) the realization that your teenage years are drifting away from you because a boy ruined everything you've ever loved including yourself
5) the agony in the pit of your stomach from that one time in 8th grade when mommy told you she hated you and that she wanted to **** you
6) the shame and stupidity you feel when you run your fingertips across your textured skin from that time in 7th grade when your friend convinced you that a blade was a good release which led to your rapid downfall and you not having the ability to live without it running across your skin
 May 2014 Melanie Walsh
meg
it's weird that Brits say "chips" instead of "french fries",
and it's sad that your dad says "you're hopeless" instead of "I love you".
it's weird that the sun pokes up out of the ground at different times everyday,
and it's sad that it hurts more when you poke your finger than when you run the blade down your skin.
it's weird that the sun still shines when it's 3 degrees outside,
and it's sad that 3 am is filled with thoughts of agony and your pillow is stained with the salt water from your eyes.
it's weird that there's 365 days in a year but it dreads on feeling like 1,000,
and it's sad that the pills that are supposed to make you feel better for your depression only make you want to swallow 365 more to make the pain go away.
it's weird that you're forced to go to school with ignorant teenagers that have no idea what they want in life besides getting high,
and it's sad that those teenagers romanticize self harm and depression like it's beautiful to have demons in your mind eating away your sanity.
enjoy.
 May 2014 Melanie Walsh
meg
the weather is starting to get like it was when you left.
but it's different because the clouds now look like you,
and the rain reminds me of your words—rapid yet gentle.
but I swear to God, not even the pictures of you, or the growing daisies could erase the pain from you moving across the world a year ago.
As I age I struggle to keep my eyes open
From not having a bed time to wishing I could keep to one
From school to work nothing changed
still told what to do just like I was and will always be
Teachers became my bosses and they will become my carers
I'm yet to hit my mid life crisis but I am already questioning my life
Did I make the right choices
did I meet the right people
did I buy the right things
Could I have done more
Fight for what is right, change the world
A powerful mind but with out the powerful job
a leader without anything or anyone to lead
a thinker without anyone to teach
a creator without anything to create
a lover without anyone to love

The world is not your oyster it's your baby
your purpose for life, the thing that makes it worth living
teaching you new things all the time
So beautiful from the moment of birth and only getting better looking with time
Covered with germs that try to attack it and make it weak
but continuing to survive, fighting back with its immune system
needs your protection from people that mean it harm
so you see the world is your baby, your purpose in life

As we age we re-evaluate everything
our decisions our choices  
and at the moment of death we can see what those choices and decisions created
As we age we question

With age we are reborn
A new voice to talk with
new eyes to see things
new ears to hear
all new senses are created when we age, when we question and think

We ask ourselves
Did I make the right choices
did I meet the right people
did I buy the right things
Could I have done more
Fight for what is right, change the world

With age we realise that we are and have
A powerful mind but with out the powerful job
a leader without anything or anyone to lead
a thinker without anyone to teach
a creator without anything to create
a lover without anyone to love

It's not to late, it's never to late
Your powerful mind can change this world
your leadership can lead an army of like minded people
your ability to think can teach those that are not taught
your ability to create can create anything from an abbreviation to a work of art or even create heaven on Earth
your ability to love can save everything and everyone

So to say, a lover without anyone to love
look out your window
look down, look up, look straight out
There is a Universe full of life for you to love

As we age we question everything
we learn new things, see the world differently and hear people correctly
Be more than human
BE GOD
This went a way off target but I hope you liked it

Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it, if you have any questions please ask them and I will try to answer them a.s.a.p.


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Why suicide?
1. I'm too stressed out.
2. Life will end anyways, so why not die now?
3. Someone's ****** at me for doing something.
4. I'm drunk/high.
5. Life *****!
6. No one likes me.
Why live?
1. Stress can be relieved in other ways.
2. You have a great future ahead of you if you work hard.
3. Try to seek forgiveness. If this fails, seek forgiveness.
4. Seek rehab.
5. Life has its ups and downs. It will get better.
6. Someone loves you, even if you don't know them.
This particular poem is about suicide because...it is. Don't question my motives.
she picks the nail polish off her nails
words cut her open when at school
when the sizeable switchblade slashes her skin
her curly hair covers her face
her teachers actions stress her out
paper is thrown as she gets off the bus
a mile she walks as she gets taunted
she slams the door to find love and affection
a smile on her face as school is not a thought
In her bed alone;
Darkness creeps
Schizophrenic ways
Fire inside
Rusted blades
she wakes up at night to find morning again;
Sizeable Switchblade
I remember when you used to love me;
I tasted rainbows and breathed in hope..
Now, we're perfect strangers ..
And the light has dimmed to make your love only a memory
 May 2014 Melanie Walsh
Greenie
When I was a girl
Id dine with the fairies in the garden
Laugh with gods over tea
But in the night the wind shook my heart.
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