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Quinn Evans Mar 2018
Starry sky that is so bright,
Give me one wish and I'll wish it tonight.
My wish might be,
to see you once more.
Tonight in my life,
Always more.
When I was 4 or 5, my momma committed suicide. I wrote this poem when I was 11. I miss her. So, this is dedicated to my mom.
04-19-1961 to 02-02-2007
  Mar 2018 Quinn Evans
MKF
"I didn't mean to break it" he said,
Holding my heart in his hands.
"I didn't mean to break it
I swear it wasn't my plan".
He held my mangled heart out,
Unsure of what to do.
"I didn't mean to break it,
But I don't have any glue".
I watched him let the pieces drop
And bounce around the floor.
"I didn't mean to break it,
But I don't love you anymore".
For you
  Mar 2018 Quinn Evans
Her
My name is Erin
and i was *****
at the age of 7

it has taken me
14 years of my life
for those 13 words to escape
my hollow mouth

the only questions i come to now
is why
why lock me in that room
why take everything from me
my innocence
my purity
my childhood

in that room
where my family trusted you
where i trusted you
the night terrors i have to this day
still haunt my mind

like a never ending
drive in movie that plays
over
and
over
only the moon in the night sky
isnt made to be found here
there is no light in these terrors

i cant sleep this time of year
because every time i do
its you
in that room
locking the door
shutting the windows
******* me
yelling at me
every single night
i close my eyes

it has taken me 14 years
to accept the fact that i was taken by you
i have been numb ever since
left in the dust
rotting away at the core
thinking i was nothing
thinking i deserved nothing
because you took everything

but not anymore
i will recover from this
i am strong enough
i believe in myself
i believe in my own happiness
and i promsie
that when i have children one day
i will never ever let them rot at the core
i will find happiness
the darkness will not take over this time
  Mar 2018 Quinn Evans
Keerthi Kishor
When I was five,
my mother told me I was loved.
Years later, she asked me to leave because
I was the reminder of the gruesome past that haunted her.

When I was ten,
my father told me he believed in me.
Years later, he refused to accompany me because
I was an embarrassment to him in front of the society.

When I was fifteen,
my friends told me I was funny.
Years later, they all laughed at me because
I was the gullible teenager who fell for their flawless façade.

When I was twenty,
this guy said I was beautiful.
Years later, he trashed me, tormented me because
I was ignorant enough to overlook my inevitable flaws.

So, sorry for not believing in you,
for questioning your intentions, inclusively, in-depth
when you told me you loved me because
I didn’t want to wind up years later,
learning it the hard way that people often don’t mean what they say.
"Pistanthrophobia is just not everyone's cup of tea."
  Mar 2018 Quinn Evans
She Writes
**** doesn’t always hide
At parties and outside clubs
**** doesn’t always hide
In dark alleys and empty parking lots
Sometimes it is right in front of you
But you choose to look the other way
**** doesn’t always hide
Behind the faces of strangers in the night
Sometimes it is hiding behind the closed doors
Of your uncles
Cousins
Fathers
And brothers
**** isn’t always loud-
Screaming, yelling, and crying
Sometimes **** is quiet-
Gasping for air and silent tears
Quinn Evans Mar 2018
Have you ever felt like me,
When the path it seems is to hard to see?
I feel too vile,
I need to smile,
I need to scrub my body clean.
Have you ever felt like me?

Have you ever felt like me?
Carving words into your skin,
Just wishing you could fit in?
Have you ever felt like me,
Where the pain you feel is never enough?
When people tell you 'Just be tough!'?
This life of mine is not a breeze.
Have you ever felt like me?

Have you ever stared at the road,
Outside in the cold,
Wondering when you’ll get your next meal,
Thinking is this real?
Have you ever felt like me?

Have you ever felt that there’s a creep,
Making you lose so much sleep?
You can’t stand on your own two feet?
Have you ever felt hated?
Did you think life was so overrated?
Have you ever felt like me?

Have you ever felt like me?
Have ever wished for your own death,
Asking God to take your last breath?
Have you ever felt so much pain,
That it feels like an endless rain?
Have you ever felt like me?

Have you ever swallowed pills,
Have you ever wanted to be killed?
Have you ever felt invisible?
Like you weren't noticeable?
Did you ever feel like a disease?
Have you ever felt like me?

Have you ever asked for a saving grace?
Did you feel saved?
The pain I had was a blessing,
It never left me second guessing.
I will inspire,
And I will feel admired.
And now I finally see.
Have you ever felt like me?
This poem is about me being abused, neglected, depressed, about hating myself. I was in a dark place. IThe dark place still exists. Sometimes right on the surface.

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