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Rachel Robison Mar 2017
Numb, never felt anything but the numbness inside of me  
I always wonder if I could feel anything else but the numbness  
I tried everything from, kissing, hanging out with my close friends, heck even cutting  
Nothing was working, why was nothing working?  
What was I doing so wrong?
Why couldn’t I feel what others were feeling?  
I kept asking what I was doing wrong.  
What is the right way of feeling?  
I would ask over and over, the answers given to me were not the ones I wanted.  
I felt that anything I did or was doing was okay.  
But was it really okay?  
After a while my mom and sister sat down with me to talk to me  
"Sweetie is there anything you want to talk about."
My sweet lovely mother asked with her bright brown eyes and reminded me of chocolate staring into my soul  
I slowly lifted my head and made the no sign.  
Than my sister, oh how I envied her, with her bright blue eyes holding on to a clear blue sky, after a spring rain.  
I did the same sign to her.  
Never actually saying what I really felt.  
They kept asking the questions over and over.  
I didn't want to talk, they didn't listen to me, they never listen to me.    
I finally had it "JUST LEAVE ME ALONE! I DONT WANT TO TALK!" I screamed with tears streaming down my face.  
I was done, absolute done with everything.  
I wrote a letter to my family saying I am sorry for everything I have done in the past couple of days and that I will no longer bother them. And I also wrote what I wanted on my tombstone. "Here lays the only girl that never felt nothing but emptiness"  
I grasped the razor, I said,the one thing I would never touch after what happened last time, and I made a deep cut on my wrist.  
And all I thought when it happened as "finally I won’t feel so emotionless anymore, I will be where I belong, six feet under not feeling so empty anymore."  
But things changed for the best.  
My mother found me and so did my sister.  
I could hear the screaming from them.  
My mom screaming why, over and over.
The same goes with my sister.
I feel my eyes closed.
After a while I hear beeping of a heart montour.
I wake up to see my sister and mom sleeping next to my hospital bed.
I was glad to see them alright.
That is when I realized that I had emotion but it just took a while to find it.
Rachel Robison Mar 2017
Hello my name is heartbreak
I am here to steal your heart away
you never thought that I would show up and crash the show
Well I guess you guessed wrong
I creep up on you like a tiger haunting his prey
Silent yet deadly, sometimes
When you finally realize that I am there it is to late
I have taken your heart and it is mine to keep
You try and try to make a deal, but you are only making it worse for yourself
I keep your heart in a box in a safe place.
I finally bargain with you so you can have your heart back again.
You and I must play a game
What game you ask?
A simple game of chance
If you can find true love you get your heart back, but it is more complex than you think
You run around trying to find it, but you haven't tired as hard as you need to
I give you hints you where to find it at, but you never bother to listen to the words I say.
So I ask again and again "Are you sure you want to play with your heart on the line?"
You keep replying with the same one word answer that I love to hear "yes."
As we go around and around in circles we make it into a dance where I am the lead and you are the follower.
In a circle we dance on point toed shoes
You take a leap of faith into my arms, but when the curtain closes you are left alone with all your guilt and sorrows
I ask you the question again and the same answer you give is simple bliss
We keep going and going until you are finally done
You finally ask the question I wanted to hear " what is true love exactly?"  
I reply with a riddle " it is not on the surface but deep underneath, like a beast in a deep sleep."
You stop and think about how to figure out the
riddle but you can't figure it out.
As I watch you try I want to laugh
Seeing how hard it is for you to figure out a simple riddle is some what amusing
There is no time limit on this riddle
So while I wait I will play a ****** on my fiddle
While I play you think about it over and over again and you get angry at yourself for not knowing the answer
You ask the question again and I reply with the same kind of riddle
You ponder on the answer and how to find it.
You keep looking for it as if it is an object in physical form
When it come time you give up not looking anymore
You ask for the answer and I give it to you
I say " it is a simple answer to a simple riddle. The answer is you find true love within yourself. You can only find it when you finally realize that no one can love you truly unless you love yourself."
I keep your heart and you finally realize that I will keep your heart until you love love yourself confidently
Hello my name is heartbreak
And I am here to protect your heart from yourself.
Finally You come to your senses
And start loving yourself as you are ment to do in the first place.
We run into each other again and I see how you are doing with loving yourself
You have made a great leap
I give you your heart back and see if you can handle it with care
A few months later
I come to see you again
I find you in a dark alley beaten and bruised
You fell in love with a wrong type of man
I finally realized that you were not ready for you heart back
I take it and I ask "Why are you on the ***** ground in a dark alleyway?"
You reply with a simple head shake in a no idea formation.
With that I can tell that people have hurt you and he has taken away your self confidence
Wrote this a while ago just thought to get more opinions on it.
Rachel Robison Mar 2017
There sits a little girl.
A little girl who wants nothing more than to vanish
Vanish like her mom, and dad did.
To vanish like her grandma did when she was only three.
The little girl didn't know what the word death meant
Hell she was only three.
Now she is thirteen, with trust issues.
Trust issues is not normal for a girl and the age of thirteen.
But what they don't know is this little thirteen year old is well aware of every thing
Aware that one day everyone she loves is going to vanish.
By the age of fifteen she wants to vanish like grandma did.
She thinks that vanishing would be the only way to get all the pain or of her body, and mind.
To vanish because she thought she didn't belong there
To vanish little a leaf on the wind
To vanish so no one would state at her when she would walk down the halls of her high school.
To vanish so the scars on her wrist wouldn't have to be covered anymore
To vanish from all the beating from the man she is supposed to call dad.
She just want to vanish.
Now at the age of eighteen
She is allowed to vanish.
Vanish from the pain and misery of leaving in a broken dollhouse.
Vanish from the man she supposed to call dad.
Vanish from all the pain and misery of the last four years in a hell called high school.
She is going to pull the biggest vanishing acts of all time.
That vanishing act would be the one thing every senior in the world would like to call graduation.
She would graduate from the pain of walking the hall of high school, middle school, and elementary school.
To graduate from the cuts on her wrist, and the turtle necks.
To graduate from her former self doubt
To graduate from the one place she thought she would never leave.
She finally gets to vanish.
This was a quick off the top of my little head poem. That would not stop until I wrote it out.
My body is shaking
Words are spinning
Its all in my head
That's what they say
I can be an actor
I can play the part
The part of a girl who doesn't battle Depression
Of the girl who doesn't hate herself and her body
I can play the part well.

I mean no one notices me when I smile all pretty
I can play the part
Of a girl who has no mental illness
Who is not scared that one day she will break
And no one can fix her
Yet everyone looks at me
Like I am a painting on display.
I am covered in figurative blood
My mind made it appear
Its all over the walls

I can play the part of a innocent little girl,
Well I already do.
But all you see is my anger
I cover up my broken prices.
I swept them under the rug...
Do you think they can still exist?
Well of course they do.
Why did I ask that stupid question..
I ask a lot of stupid questions.

But the dumbest question ever asked is
Are you okay?
I want to say I'm not
But instead say
Everything is fine and dandy
But I'm gripped by fear..
I am afraid of everything
I am mostly scared of breaking
I mean the cracks are getting bigger
You will be fine
The voice in my head says
It talks like I am a piece of meat waiting to be inspected.

I have mental illnesses that cause me to be wacky.
I have bad feelings.
They make me want to cause destruction.
I do, cause destruction
I make cuts on my arms
And cuts on my legs
And cuts on my stomach to.
But the cuts on my heart are the ones that people cant see
They are the ones that hurt the most.
In fact they make me who I am

Mental Illnesses are nothing to laugh about
You don't know what they went through
It makes me crazy thinking the possibilities of being sent to a mental hospital
But yet it makes me smile
I could be free
Free of the chains that hold me down
I am already crazy
The hospital can't change that
They can only lessen it.
So yes
A mental Illness
Isn't fun but they push through and fight against it.
They are the winners
The ones who beat a mental illness
They have won there battle in life.
I am just beginning mine.
Hello My name is Belle
Which usually stands for beautiful in French
Nothing about me is beautiful
My body is fat
My hair to long
My eyes to wide
My mouth to narrow
My life to long

I have a adopted brother who shot up his school and himself
My mother shot herself
Now I live my two siblings and a father who doesn't want me
My life has been turned to a dump
Now I have a bump
It's on the back of my head
A bully gave it to me
It doesn't hurt
At least not anymore
I am sitting in class
My life was passing by in a blink of an eye
Yet all I had to show was two dead family members

I can dance at my house with a smile on my face
Though it's not really home
With its run down shutters and yellow trim
It's made of brick that is a ugly yellow brown
Kind of like my blond hair
Which says I am not apart of this browned hair family
My real mom went MIA
My entire life
She left me alone

I have more bruises
My pain is real
My mother told me that it is all to real
I am not supposed to be here
At least not anymore
I was always told to follow the lead
I have my lead

I packed a pistol in my bag
It's not noticeable
I smile every day
Except today it is just cruel
My eyes look at my targets
A teacher and three students
The third student looks at me
I stand in front a mirror

I walk into class with a big smile and light heart
For the first time in forever
I am truly happy
I glanced at my teacher
Then two of my friends
I pull out the pistol
And I shoot at the teacher
Then at my friends
I see blood splatter on the wall
I see blood on my dress
Oh well
My life will be complete

I will turn out just like my family
Broken and ****** and a bullet in my head
I know what I'm doing
My mother once said that life is what you want it to be
I want mine to be over
People say
Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem
I think suicide is the way to go
My family taught me that

Oh look the cops are coming through the door
Time for me to say goodbye
I have had my fun
Now its time to go
To this place
I call home
I put the gun up to my head and pull back the trigger
I hear
Click, Click, Click
The sound of almost there
Then I feel the bullet enter my head and I am no more
The news will love this
I get to be famous....
Me and my sister were working on this. I just wrote it so comment what you think...
Rachel Robison Dec 2015
I am sorry for...
If I have disappointed you.
That I am not good with keeping my grades up.
That I am mad at the wrong times.
To my sisters who think I am strong enough to hold the world on my shoulders. even though I am not.
The animals in my family.
If I am dark and mysterious.
If I wear to much black.
If I don't follow religion.
If I have a girlfriend instead of a boyfriend.
If I don't follow your standards.
If I haven't follow the dream you set out for me.
If I am not the motherly sister you want me to be.
If I not don't smile as often.
If I don't shine bright enough like the sun and moon.
I am sorry.....
You know what I am not sorry.
I will never be sorry for what I have done for my family.
I will smile like the sun, like the moon.
I will play the role of mom if I need too.
I will show my sister that I do carry the world on my shoulders.
I will show my parents that I am trying in school, trying to get better grades.
I will follow my own dream.
I will not follow other peoples standards.
I will love girlfriend.
I will love my friends and family.
I will be dark and mysterious.
I will wear all the black that I want.
I will not say that I am sorry anymore.
I have no one to say I am sorry to anymore.
My pain is a small blessing
kind of like a small child
In this degrading world
People dodge battles by keeping their mouths shut
Ah yes a simple ideal

One person curse out load another in their head
A head that can hold a thousand thoughts
But one is what pops out
Is it figurative or not?
My arms are held open by miles of air
Just waiting to be filled
My heart desires to be pumping blood
Like a runners whose is in first place
Then just like that it gets its wish
My arms are full of love not air

I dance in my head with beat in the back
A romantic melody that sways my blood
Even though my heart is dead
my brain picks up the speed instead
And as I dance in this place
I watch as I see his face
A face of wonder
And a though pops out
is this figurative or not?

I can see my pain run around with little leashes
On the leashes is a different emotion
Happy in blue
Sadness in red
Anger in black
Sanity in white
My pain stands runs with a yellow color
My fear hangs in the back ground all the time
I dance in between as to not step on the others
They weave themselves a web
Me trapped in the middle
I bow before my pain in half bow
Some would say I obey it
But it obeys me
I let it loose and I pay the price

My pain is a small blessing
In this small degrading world
In which if you don't bow down and obey
Some one gets terribly offended
A person told me that
If you throw a rock its bound to  hit someone who is offended by every little thing
If only people let me pass by in a world of silence
In my eyes the only thing I see is peoples aura..
Some are yellow
Some are red
And some are grey
My favorite are rainbow
They remind me of me
Full of pain but of happiness to
Ah yes
My simple ideal
Who know I was so tragic
Yet I snatched away the chance to run
From
Is it figurative or not?
My pain isn't real
My body doesn't exist
My mind is decaying
Along with the lump of flesh
I call my body

My pain is figurative
My lifeless eyes are not
Yet only in my life would the pain belong
Aye
My tone for this poem is quite mysterious
If only one knew my darkest secret
But its mine
The key is gone
It's locked away
The key you ask
Is it figurative or not?

I play a little game
You dance a slow dance
Around the circle of despair
Lies a body of a bear
The brown fur is all that's left
The poor beast
I have a game a simple game
You have to Win to get the key
The key is the prize
It locks away my emotions besides happy
Ohh noooo
You can't give me that look
My heart is like a ruined book
The pages stuck together with gum
I act just like a ***
If only I knew a place with a fixer

My pain is a small child
Looking at the world full of hope
But it gets degraded and stepped on
I try and try and try some more
My pain has lost its spirit
If only I had tried to give it
More hope and less agony
Maybe then I could be free
Just like a bumble bee.
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