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A scar on my wrist,
To you it's just a mark.
I know how it was placed there,
Alone in the darkness.
Odd how esoteric,
A single slice may be.
To me a cry for help.
For you slipped sheath.
Only the ones who done it,
Are the ones who can see.
The marks on your wrist,
Was from a mental disease.
4th poem.  Hope you guys like it.
 Nov 2014 Anonymous
Shalene
Love
 Nov 2014 Anonymous
Shalene
A personal feeling, often mistaken for a general emotion.
 Nov 2014 Anonymous
Shalene
In your eyes,
I was just another girl.
In my eyes,
You were the whole world.
Because Heaven Is Listening

I often visit yesterday,
it's therapy to me,
my guiding light
giving me strength
as I close my eyes to sleep.

Burning bridges, taking
changes,
I dance through life's
twists and turns,

Isn't that what living is about,
today's mistakes
are lessons learned.

Opening doors, teaching us
it's memories of yesterday,
that gives us strength to fight life's battles
no matter come what may.

Loved ones gone still make a difference
remember, rejoice and behold,
words of wisdom spoken to you
in your heart will never grow old.

It's true they light the way
whether skies are black or blue,
light a candle in honor of someone
who made a difference to you.

Because Heaven is listening

Written By Kathy J Parenteau
Copyright © 08/27/2014
 Nov 2014 Anonymous
yasmine
i am trying to be okay
with the way my hair falls
into place all over
and how my voice gets
really small when i talk to
new people
i am trying to be okay
with how i cannot please
everyone to their liking
and how i stumble over my
words in public
and how my hands shake when
i don't know what to do

i am trying to be okay with myself
and who i am
but i am learning
and this is a journey
i am learning to love myself
because i am the only one who
will be there when i lay in bed
to rest
and how can i rest peacefully
when i have the voices in my
mind criticizing me for every
flaw i have made
so this is going to stop
because im on a journey to
love myself
 Nov 2014 Anonymous
WickedHope
You're thirteen, sorry fourteen this week
You think you know the world, have it figured out
You think you know yourself, without a doubt
Let me tell you some things I learned when I was about your age
I learned how to go from popular ***** to no good freak show
Nothing but an ipod every day at lunch, no friends, no food
I learned that I had addictions that I didn't know even existed
I learned how badly I wanted attention from his hands, his mouth
I learned what it like to be violated in the worse most degrading way
I learned how to get high
I learned that the intentional pain I'd always caused could be
A harnessed tool to cope by
I learned that if I stopped eating altogether no one cared
I learned what it was like to think you loved someone
I learned that I liked girls
I learned what girls could taste like, feel like -- what I could feel like
I learned that I didn't like girls
I learned what it's like to have people spread rumors about you
I learned what it's like to try to drown yourself then feel guilt
Guilt about your little brother who would have no idea why
You little *******, it wasn't long after that the violence between us started
You're big enough, strong enough to do damage on the family pet
I'm the family pet, you think you know but you don't
You've been calling me names for years
But you don't know how true they are
You think you love her -- you don't know love until you're nothing
When you're nothing and this skinny little kid everyone hates saves you
This annoying as hell kid who shows you that
The world isn't as dark as you thought it was
This kid who loves you not for ***, not for bragging rights, but because
He sees this skinny little bird who lost her feathers and her wings
And is waiting to die and he thinks she could be beautiful
She thought she knew who she was before but he helped her find it
Soon you'll be fifteen
When I was fifteen I couldn't find my skinny little kid, he'd changed
Not for the worse but away from me
I fell into old habits
And new ones
Deadly ones
I changed back into the addict, not eating, not sleeping, sniffing, watching, cutting, stabbing, nothing
I covered myself in laughter, hysterical and crazy
I became quiet
I fell apart more because of guys, complete ******* guys
Like you're turning out to be
Don't think you know everything, that you're an angel
Because I was ****** up at six because of what they did
You were ****** up at four because of him
Both were accidents, but as you can see in me from six to seven
To nine to eleven
To when I was your age, all that happened was
I got ruined because of the secrets
The ones no one can know
The ones that when crossing paths with the world **** you inside
You can't see that yet
You aren't aware that you're broken
Now you're **** well old enough to
Wake Up
I hate breathing.
Happy Birthday, ****.
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