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hj Mar 2019
She put the flowers u bought her
By her side on the floor
Turned the stove on
And closed the door
She left the blood
That dripped into the sink
Left a note next to her
Where sorrow was her ink
She shoved the hair she cut
Into a bag away
And then the poison that escaped from the devil eyes of the stove
Whispered u won’t stay
She took a deep breath
Before she started choking
And the noise of her choking
Her body crying for help
Was cut by silence
hj Jan 2019
I write about her in all of my poems
Paint her with the words and pain
She’s the girl that has been hurt
Washed away by the rain
I won’t dust her story
Like she dusts her cigarette in an ashtray
I won’t let people forget her
Won’t let her story go in vain
I will keep writing about her
Even after it bores the listener
I will keep writing about the prisoner
Of her own mind
I will keep writing about her
I will keep painting her in all my poems
I will keep shedding light on her
Because her story lives forever
The girl betrayed by her lovers
I will paint her silhouette in the sky if I could
A silhouette that is scared
Nevertheless, beautiful
I will keep painting her
I will keep writing about the hero
Who lost her battle with life
I will keep writing about the girl
Who lost the gunfight with a knife
I will keep writing about her
And I’ll live to shout the words
Scream them at the top of my lungs
SAVE HER
hj Jan 2019
Unfinished poems
Lie on her bed
Unheard words
That she once said
Whispers of her sound
That was once too loud
Bounce around
An empty room
Only to be met
By the whispers of the tears
She once shed
Her family
Doesn't live in regret
But it's say it's her fault
Because she hid
Echos of the secrets
She once kept
Burst out to the world
Maybe they'll understand
How she felt
Friends she depended on
Think their help went in vain
Maybe they still don't understand
She was high on pain
People who called her a ****
Called her a *****
Told her she's misbehaves
Get some self control
They call from work
To ask about why she missed her shift
Her parents say that she left
She was a slave
Of her own mind
And this time they won
The monsters in her head
I hate myself
That is true
But i hate them more
Because they made me become the person
Who I hate
hj Jan 2019
She was right in front of them
But they were too blind to see
She screamed too loud
But they were too deaf to hear
Sorrow was a drug
And pain was her wine
She took missing like shots
Swore that she's fine
But the nights got colder and colder
And it's not until after that dark night
In her bed
With blood dripping from her wrists
That she/s finally sober
hj Jan 2019
Cigarette smoke
Fades into the sky
Her blood drips
The color of wine
Rain showering
But instead from her eyes
She wipes it away
And puts the blade to her thigh
She paints with the silver brush
The story of her life
Then the blade traces her body
And with her wrists it collides
She then drops
And her heart cries "Why?!"
She smiles and whispers to the world
Goodbye...
If you are suffering And come across this,  if u have reached the point where you think no one cares, if ur considering  suicide. STOP plz, I care, there's a community of ppl who all care for ur beautiful soul, don't let go, listen to the part of you who wants you to live, If you need anything plz dm me.
DON'T LET GO
Ryan Holden Jan 2018
Peak at the stars,
Gaze at the moon -
Hide away safe,
Come again soon.

Become my shield,
Knight to his horse -
Fairy-tale dreams,
I will be yours.

Rescued from myths,
Dragon's include -
One true loves kiss,
Hearts are renewed
Just suddenly popped up at work so had to make sure I wrote it down!
Antonio Dec 2015
His thoughts echoed in his mind, like screaming in a cave.

"I love you"

He looks at her with a gentle gaze, in hopes to ease her pain.

What she returned, was a hollow stare that showed how much she hurts.

Her poor plagued mind, she wears it like a curse.

Screaming and shouting but nothing comes out, for this poor boy, rarely opens his mouth.

But this young man would give his life to see her smile through,
this thick dark cloud that follows both, around her tiny room.
Thoughts... And some more thoughts and then it ends.
Realeboga M Mar 2015
Please don't cry...
Please keep trying, please stop crying.
Stand tall keep fighting.

I can't do this on my own, my body is wounded filled with bruises, scars and burns all figuratively and literally.

Please stop crying.
Your tears are causing step dad to hit mum harder, causing my real dad to brand me, my grand dad to wash me in blood, the type he used to hurt her.

Please stop crying.
Please show some strength because the more they see this the more their opportunity to hurt me rises.

They see pleasure in my pain, their greatest treasure is this huge stain in my heart.

Please stop crying, at least stand tall for mummy.
Take her pain and don't show it, smile to irritate them, so they at least focus more on you...

Please stop crying to save her.

— The End —