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Hannah 13h
I’m trying to figure out who I am.
The person locked inside.
The one who’s waiting for a prince to rescue her.
I dream of the day I finally realize who I really am.
The girl who laughs, smiles, and shines,
the one who never stops being herself.
To get rid of the girl she used to be.
Sad, insecure, and lonely.
The very one who cried at night,
afraid of showing her true self to the world.
But little did she know,
That was all she needed to do.
Believe and trust and eventually
The best would come
It might be said:

Every time I walked past you
I saw a blur of emptiness near
The clear space I dared not glance to,
Since the emptiness filled my heart
With nerves, exhaust and a tear.
Walking past someone particular could change the way you feel for just a second.
I have no words to write
     Just tears to cry
I have been alone
      I forgot what it feels like to be around people.
26/5. Pain.
We met thousand times, we talked hundreds of time,
We laughed together, we cried together,
we trusted each other, we shared our secrets,
We said a lot of things, we did a lot of things,
We looked in each other's eyes, we drowned in them,
We held each other's hands and pulled forward,
But we could never peep deep inside each other's hearts,
We could never show what was buried deep inside our hearts,
And that's why we are not weeping together today, perhaps.
They should have been slightly more daring.
their scars protrude like mountain ranges
each stretch of fibrotic skin
bears their soul for all to see

but how very few notice
and how fewer reach out
I yearn to go on a long drive,
With a few people that understand me, Who let me play my favourite sad songs, Who let me stare blankly outside,
Who let me murmur the lyrics,
Even cry on the parts that really touch me, Who let me ramble about life and my theories on it,

I yearn for someone who lets me be.
Holly 5d
I had so much faith
that your hands
wouldn't drop me,
the same way
everyone else's
But as i fell
through your
I realised
you were
all the same.
even if i tell you
you won't understand

so i just stand there speechless and in pain
waiting for you to somehow understand what i'm going through
Poem from my book
words disappear into the wind
but my thoughts remain for a lifetime
Poem from my book.
Samara Reddy May 22
There it lays,
my tear soaked
pillow case.

In clouds unseen
where they visit me
every night since thirteen

What am I to do
with no avenue to pursue
when they deny my inhibitions
and tell them they're forgiven?

I see what I can't change and
I can't change what I see

I want to want their vision
of tender, loving, harmony
but it feels like swallowing poison
treating my actions remorsefully.

I take each day
one at a time
unyielding to divulge
what comes to me as I lay
every night
on my tear soaked pillow case.
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