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madison Jul 2014
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Going away to camp for a week but I will post a couple new poems when I get back. I promise. Just wanted to let you know...
madison Jul 2014
You finally found someone...



and it isn't me.
To: Him
10w
madison Apr 2014
10w
I want to be done with this world,
**Right now.
10w
madison Jul 2014
10w
The whisper of your kiss on my lips isn't *enough.
10w
madison Jun 2014
10w
Gone went my sanity as soon as you left me.
To him
madison Jun 2014
If I hurt myself, would you pay attention to me?
To: Mom
A-Z
madison Apr 2014
A-Z
A
Boy
Cries for
Days.
Everyone
Finally
Gives
Him
Insight.
"Just
Kinda
Let her go
Man."
No
One
Picks up the pieces.
Quiet
Real quiet, he
Sits
There,
Unmoving for a
Very long time.
With no
Xtreme movements.
Young love can be
Zealous...


Or it can rip you apart
madison May 2014
I just want to be like other people.
Scape my knee or fall off a bike.
Bleed on the outside,
Instead of in.
I bleed backwards,
The blood builds up inside.
And I feel like a *** boiling over,
Or a volcano about to erupt.
I wish I could be normal.
Want to do everyday things,
Like go out with friends.
Instead of sit at home by myself.
Alone in my room,
Lights off,
Door shut,
Curtains drawn,
Bleeding backwards...
madison Feb 2014
Brown

Brown, brown.
The color of your eyes.
The color of your hair.
And it comes as no surprise,
As to how I love you so,
It's just sad to think that you will never know.
madison Feb 2014
If I never say no,
Who's supposed to?
If you would ever say yes.
Who's to deny it?
If we don't ever confront this,
Will it ever go away?

If this is hard for you,
Say what you have to say.
This too is hard for me,
But I can't find the words to portray.
And when we finally confront this,

Will we get what we deserve?
madison May 2014
My hands hurt from holding this rope to tight. Tying, then untying, then tying again, this rope to the tree branch. Sure, but unsure if I could really do it. I want to, but I don't. So sure, but not. Please give me some insight. I want to be sure that you won't miss me at all so I can leave with **no regrets.
madison Jun 2014
How I describe myself.

Back fat.
Muffin top.
Flabby arms.
Thunder thighs.
Double chin.
Ugly.
Four rolls.
Worthless.
Jelly belly.
Gross.
FAT.

How others describe me.*

Funny.
Outgoing.
Warm.
Comforting.
FUN.

The list isn't nearly as long, now is it?
Ugh sometimes I just hate myself and my body and everyone says that I look fine but I don't ever believe them and I just need somebody to rant to...
p.s. I didn't really know if I should've posted this one but oh well.
madison Apr 2014
Sometimes I wonder if I should give up on you...

My heart can't take the hurt anymore,
Maybe I should get up and walk out that door.
Seeing you everyday, I wish you would come and take the pain away.
But I know that you won't.
And I just don't want to see you with her any longer.

Maybe if I move on I could become so much stronger?

It may take awhile, but someday I will find someone and instead of tears,
They will make me smile.

Should I give up on you?

Please, I'm begging for an answer.
But I know that I will never get one from you,
Will I?

As for now, I will continue to love you until,
I start to doubt my feelings once again.
This endless cycle will probably never end.
So I will keep on asking,

Should I give up on you?


The answer is no,
Not quite yet....
madison Apr 2014
How can I forgive you
After all you have done?

You called me names,
Beat me down.
Treated me like I was some stupid clown.

I've moved on,
To bigger and better things.
But people keep telling me that I need to forgive
In order to fully move past you.

Maybe I will never forgive.
Or maybe someday I will.

But today is just not that day...
wrote this about my dad. i still don't know if i will ever be able to forgive him...
madison Jun 2014
"I'm fine."
"No, nothing is wrong."
"Yes, I'm happy."

Lies. Every single statement is a lie.

"No I'm not ok.
"Everything is wrong."
"No, I'm depressed.

If only I could say that out loud. But that would mean I would have to *trust them.* *And I'm sure as hell not doing that. They would only try to "help" and by help, I mean therapy, doctors, and maybe even my very own shrink! No. That is not going to happen because I'm happy. Right?
Really bummed out today...
madison Apr 2014
I see you standing there,
Sun on your skin, wind in your hair.
I want to hold you tight and not let go.
I love you a lot but you will never know.

Your green eyes, how they shine so bright,
I dearly hope the light inside them will never be dim again.
But if someone hurts you, I will be here.
Your shoulder to cry on, like I've always been
Since that day...

Your caramel brown hair shines in the sun.
Soft as silk. I reach out to touch it, but pull back.
So scared of what you will say,
When I tell you that I have loved you,
Since the day that we first met.

I will never forget...
How you were standing there,
Sun on your skin and wind in your hair.
You were holding him tight and wouldn't let go.
You loved him a lot, but he didn't know.
He left you that day,
And I walked up to say
"You look like you could use a friend."
You smiled your amazing smile and went along with me.
No questions asked. I could tell you were sad,
But I made you laugh and forget.
And maybe that's why you stayed for so long...

...

"I love you."
There, I said it. Straight to your face.
You looked a bit shocked but then you placed,
Your hand up to my face,
And said, "I know."
You leaned in and closed those pretty green eyes,
And kissed me.
Now I'm the one surprised.
You loved me too.

Now I will never have to let you go.
madison Apr 2014
Sometimes I wonder if you'll leave me.
Sometimes I wonder if I never woke up again, what would you do?
Sometimes I wonder how you would feel if I left.
Sometimes I wonder if I actually would do it,
And you'd find me hanging from the ceiling by my neck.
How would you feel?
Sometimes I lay awake at night and think,
How many of my "friends" would genuinely miss me.
If I would be gone forever and never come back.
Sometimes I wonder if my mother has had enough and will do exactly that.
Sometimes I wonder if she wonders exactly that.
Sometimes I wonder if I will ever have a chance with you.
And sometimes I like to wonder if you think you will ever have a chance with me.
Sometimes I wonder about the stars.
Wishing that I could be one of them and get out of this town.
Sometimes  I wonder how many days until I am done with this meaningless life.
Ready to fly above the clouds and truly be free.
Sometimes I wonder how many pills it would take...
Sometimes I just like to wonder,
About anything and everything.
Just a couple things I think about a lot...
madison Jul 2014
Staring at the blank page in front of me. Thinking of what to say. I want to tell you so much, but I'm scared you'll run away. To tell you I love you, tell you that I care. But I don't think I would do it, even on a dare. Sometimes I get nervous about what to say or do. But your smile makes it all go away. My world revolves around you. I really think I love you. You can always make me laugh. I just wish you would realize that I'm your other half. Seeing you with her makes me sad and blue. And I HATE being jealous so there's only one thing to do. The next time that I see you I'll march right up and say,"I think I've been in love with you since the beginning of 7th grade." And all I can do is hope that when that day comes, you will finally open your eyes and see that I'm the only one.
To: Him
madison Mar 2014
Love,
Such a funny word.
We use it in front of pizza, the sky, or the birds.
But we never truly mean it,
Until we find someone
That loves you for you and no one---
Else.

Love,
Such a silly game,
We play. All night and all day.
Until you find someone,
Who changes the game.
Until it is no longer a game, but a force.
A force so strong that only God can break the bond...

The bond of **love.
madison Jun 2014
School's over now...

And I don't know how long
I can go without seeing your face.
Before I start to lose my mind,
Wondering if you are spending your time with her.
Getting drunk and partying every night.

While I sit at home and imagine the two of us,
Cuddling on the couch. Maybe watching a movie
Or just simply talking. About anything and everything.
But I don't think you are that kind of guy.

You're the kind of guy, that if she's easy, you go for her.
Even if she's been with how many other guys
Just like you.
And it makes me sad for you.
Knowing that I could make you better.
If only you knew that I could fix you.

I'm almost done trying.
To him.
madison Mar 2014
Why don't you love me like I love you?
I try so hard to let you know how I feel.
I laugh at your "funny" jokes, bat my eyes, and flip my hair.
But----
You don't care.

You stare at the prettier girls. And they stare right back. Whenever they are around you ignore me, except for a few words in the hall. A quick glance is all I get from you. But as soon as they are all away, you change. You strike up a conversation and I enjoy the time I have before you leave again.

I find myself getting lost in your eyes. Those beautiful brown eyes. Sometimes I think that you can stare straight into my soul with those eyes but the thought quickly vanishes when the prettier ones show up and you leave. Back to ignoring me and I am once again alone.

Completely and utterly alone.
madison Mar 2014
Why?

Why do I have to hang out with this crowd of people?
They are slowing drowning me with bad thoughts and actions.
All of them are fake and I don't know how to say no to them.
Why can't I just let go of them and be with her?

Whenever I push them away,
They come right back.
Begging me to stay saying,
Why would you want to be with her?
She's lonely and pathetic.
She could never be one of us.
Why don't they see that I'm in love and that's never going to change?

Why can't she see that I love her?
I try to show it by humor and kindness.
But she ignores me when I'm not alone.
Why don't we talk like the way I want to?
A couple of hellos in the halls,
Doesn't satisfy me.
She walks with her head down,
Avoiding anyone.
I wish I could change that somehow.
Why is she so beautiful?
I love the way her hair falls as she runs her fingers through it,
How her green eyes sparkle when she laughs her adorable laugh.
I get lost in her emerald eyes and it feels like I am finally at the surface. No longer drowning,
But alive and happy.
Why can't I make her laugh as often as I'd like?
Because all the ***** cling to me and I can't breathe.
I hate them and love her.
Why can't she love me?


But I feel as if someday,
I will find the courage to say,
I love you.


You are the reason I can breathe again...
madison Mar 2014
Shadows.
They are everywhere. In the corners, behind things, in front of things but the one that scares me the most is the one behind ME. He follows me where ever I go, dragging my past and secrets with him. I wish he would go away but then again, I don't. Because then I would be all alone. Only to watch the other shadows and think, "How many secrets is that one burdened with?"
My shadow has my past in a death grip and he won't let go of it. He holds on so tightly that I can't breathe. Strangling me so slowly that no one, not even their shadows, can see what is happening before it becomes to late and I am gone; along with my shadow,
so he never has to drag around my past and secrets again.

*He will finally be free of me.
madison Jun 2014
"Go to the pool."
"Ride your bike for once."
"Go to the gym with your friends."
"Play in the park."
"You can't eat **** like that and expect to not gain any weight."
"Get off your **** and stop being lazy."
"Why can't you be more active?"
"You're such a ******."

Why do you always pick on me? I try to do those things but when you leave a list of chores that take 6 hours, its not like I can do much. All while I'm babysitting your children. I just wish I could be the "skinny" daughter that you want. I'm comfortable in my body until you say these things. Then when I start to feel better, you knock me down again.

Should I stop eating all together and finally give you,

**Skinny?
Some things my mother just told me while I was washing the dishes
madison Apr 2014
Deep.
So deep,
The knife slices and dices up her skin.
On her arms and legs. Trying to feel something, anything.
The old scars fade but new ones will soon form whenever she is left alone.
Her mother pesters her with questions,
"What happened dear?"
"Are you alright?"
"How did these get there?"
She brushes it off with an, "I fell." or "It's just a scratch."
She climbs the staircase to her room,
Finds the secret drawer and pulls out her biggest blade.
Sometimes she cuts a little, and sometimes she cuts a lot.
But this time, she aims it at her throat
And cuts as deep as she can.
Slowly watching the blood run down her neck,
Until things start to become fuzzy and dark.
She gives one last cut, deeper than ever before.
And for the first time in a long time, she feels.
Feels pain, but at least that's  something. Anything.
Her body slumps to the floor
And she lets out a whisper,
*"I'm free."
madison Aug 2014
Going through my phone and realizing-
I have 61 contacts.
32 are my "friends."
17 are my family.
5 are teachers.
5 are co-workers.
And 2 are my pastors.
But yet-
**I have no one.
No. One.
madison Aug 2014
Some things in life are optional.
Like this title for example.
Or the notes below this poem.
Or how I say, "I (almost) cut myself."
The almost is optional.
I could leave that out if I were telling the truth.
And when I tell people, "I did(n't) stop myself."
Again, the n't is something optional.
Maybe some lives are too...
madison Feb 2014
Twisting, turning
Inside my head.
I can't help but think of what was left unsaid.

As soon as you left,
I sat down and cried.
I think a little part of my soul just died.

I cry for days, weeks, months on end.
But you never came back,
With those words unsaid.

It's been a while since I  saw you last.
I can't go on anymore. Life ends to fast.

So now,
I've found someone new to clear my head.
But I will never bring up you
Or those things unsaid.
madison May 2014
My heart breaks a little more every time I see you with her.
Laughing, smiling, having fun.
Well now, I'm officially done.
She can have you.
I'm sick of trying,
Because I only feel like dying.
Seeing you makes my heart hurt,
But do you know what is worse?
You never knew that I loved you.

And now, you never will...
madison May 2014
You make me sick.
You make me want to crawl into a hole and never come out again.
I hate it that I don't stand up for myself but What would I say?
I don't want you to hurt me.
I'm sick of you calling me names and making me paranoid.
My pastor says that I should forgive, but that's really hard to do when it comes to you.
I feel like whenever I close my eyes, you are there...
Ready to knock me down, time and time again.
Sometimes I think that maybe, just maybe, the blade will treat me better than you do.
Or maybe all those pills in the cupboard.
Would they make me feel good?
I'll take just one, maybe two or three...
But soon that turns into seven and eight,
And I lose count after fifteen.
They make me forget about you and everything else.
I turn towards the blade and cut my throat to see if the pills want to see my ****** friend, the knife.
My two best friends,
Pills.
Blades.
And I.
What a fantastic trio we make!
But if anyone found out,
They would take you away from me.
And I just can't live with that.
So then the rope and tree would become my new friends.

You did this to me.
Are you happy yet?
To Dad

— The End —