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Monkeyman Jun 2015
If poems could keep secrets
They would be  bare
There would be no red rose
No tears of devisation
No vast fields of color
No love or hate
No emotion
No anything just a bare feild abanded
The words would fade
The sentence would run away back into the pencil you hold
Pomes can not keep secrets all pomes reaval something
In this life, I guess some of us just get completely abanded, are self suffocating, and can never be loved...
I just wish it wasn't me.
JG Apr 2019
She walks slow through the halls
Try hard not cry
Her thoughts are driving her crazy
She’s scared
She’s hurt
She’s dying slowly

When she is at home she cries alone
She hides
She don’t trust her self with anything sharp
She scared of what she might do
She was a cutter
She has stopped for now

Her mom always works and makes her feel worthless
She has been abanded not once but twice
She’s scared of trusting people
She dont want to fight anymore

She feels fat
She feels worthless
She feels ugly
She feels stupid
She feels hopeless
She feels like she doesnt belong on earth
She hates life
She feels like giving up
She want to be able to wake up with a smile
To be able to think about happy things
To be happy
To wear a real smile
To be what she used to be

This girl your reading about she is me
Im scared and im screaming help
No hears me though
HELP ME PLEASE
She comes
into my room
like fire

a flame
thrown
into the
path of
a nightmare

like the
sun reflected
in the eyes
of water

shaking
walls

black sheets
burning

the smell
of stray
hairs that
have abanded
me

during the
night

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