"breannah" poems
It is easy to imagine
with paper and a pen
It is so easy to pretend
that everything is fine
When you write the endings
the story is your own
You control it all
there doesn't have to be villains
People of the gruesome kind
you tell the stories inside your mind
By; Breannah Cross
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 6:42 PM UTC
Darkness is all she sees
When she looks at you
Even when she looks at me
The abyss of her sorrows
Goes down for days
Each day she borrows
Because it has never been the same
There are taunting whispers
Turning to screams
She lays awake crying
Afride of her dreams
The abyss in her heart
A hole to huge to fill
The abyss in her soul
It will never heal
She wonders each morning
How she will feel
If today's not a good day
She wonders how she'll deal
She has been falling for a while now
But no one has noticed
She has been hiding for a while now
But no one has found out
Her abyss is her prison
Her skin her cell
She's on eternial lockdown
Trying to breakout
Her efforts are pointless
Her attemps she has failed
She wants to stop trying
But the pain she can't bare
She is begging for help
But no one is listening
She is living this hell
But they dont see her missing
They don't notice
The look in her eyes
But I, I notice
Every single time
My abyss is my prison
My skin is my cell
Is it of my own making
I can't even tell
My wrist they hold scars
My heart is all bandaged
My soul tells the stories
My mouth can't manage
By; Breannah Cross
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 5:25 PM UTC
Tell me are these your scars
The ones you made
Because of your heart
Tell me, just me are these your wounds
made by the ones who are supposed to love you
Please tell me, are these your scars
The ones that made you who you are
I know, believe me I know
How you feel
How it feels to feel alone
I have my own scars
I know this is real
So tell me, just me
Tell me about your wounds
I've had people I love hurt me too
I see the look in your eyes
I know that look, it matches mine
Just don't think I'll judge you
Because I wont
I've been judged before and know it hurts
So tell me, just me, tell me your story
I promise I'll listen to what you have to say
Because all I needed was someone to listen to me
By; Breannah Cross
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 5:56 PM UTC
Why open up
When they give you reasons to close
Why give them love
If hate is what they show
Guard yourself
As I guard me
If I let them creep in
They'll only harm me
So don't knock down walls
I'll just have to rebuild
Don't call me your sister
It the relationship isn't real
Don't dare tell me to talk to you
If you don't like how I feel
I refuse to tell you
What you want to hear
My words are now truth
I don't care how you feel
Breannah Cross
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 2:02 PM UTC
Yesterdays hold little meaning
Yesterdays have lack of dreaming
Yesterdays are in the past
But yesterday is all we have
In yesterday you help my hand
Yesterday you loved this
Today has only brung me pain
Today is not the day for me
In yesterday we were in love
Yesterday had an us
But yesterday is long gone
Yesterday could be our song
If there were words for yesterday
Thoes words would be you and me
If only yesterday was on repeat
Though yesterday lives inside of me
I wish on yesterday could be relived
I wish today all the best
Today hold heartbreak
It holds pain
Today is the begining of the end of me
By;
Breannah Cross
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 1:54 PM UTC
Don't tell her your sorry
After all of your lies
Don't tell her you love her
When you cant look in her eyes
So do her a favor
Leave her alone
Just pack your bags and leave
You don't call here home
Why are you staying
Tell me why you're still here
There's nothing left for you
So please find somewhere
Somewhere far away
Where I wont see your face
And see how much you enjoy hurting me
By; Breannah Cross
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 6:11 PM UTC
When did we become so deaf
To the screams of lonelyness
Why is this the path we walk
To prideful to say we've lost
When did we become unfeeling
Blind to a touch
Deaf to yeilding
Why is this the road we've paved
When did we become so hard
Rage and lust becomeing all we are
Why have we laid down these tiles
A path that holds not reconcile
Why is this the world we've made
Why is home not a safe place
Why are caght up in the lights
Why is life eaisily left behind
By;
Breannah Cross
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 1:39 PM UTC
Tell me something new
So tired of your almost truths
You make me feel alone
When I'm right beside you
So I will stand outside my home
And wait for rain
So I won't be alone
You'll show up like a dream
But that's the only way I'll ever see
Unless it rains your never there
All alone with no one here
I wish on all the falling drops
I didn't need you
That this could stop
But still I stand and wait for rain
Because with rain you'll save the day
I want you here when the sun shines bright
But you're only near when it's put of sight
So I'll pray for rain
So I'll see you
And once again you'll do nothing new
You'll cover my head
With the jacket that smells like you
You'll hold my hand
Then bid adue
Until the next storm
I won't see you
By; Breannah Cross
Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC
The secrets
You keep them
Hushed whispers
Behind cupped hands
You hide and decide
That you know best
Look in my eyes
Don't try to deny
I see how you hide
Blank stares
Vacant eyes
I don't understand why you try to hide
I know who you are
Your ***** little secrets
I know where you're from
But you don't believe it
I want to love you
Not wait for your secrets
For you to trust me
To know your past
You have to trust me
So we will last
By;Breannah Cross
Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 10:31 PM UTC
If you could only believe
Every word that they speak
If only I trusted them
Like they trust me
But trust isn't given
Trust is earned
It's far from a handout
It's something you learn
Some trust easily
Others not so much
Trust can be broken
As soon as it's hurt
So believe I trusted once before
But trust is a path
I'd rather not follow
At the end of the lane
Is a heart that's been swallowed
At the end of the lane
Is a heart stuck in sorrow
Trust is an issue
Trust is a game
Trust was my friend
Now my enemy
Breannah Cross
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 1:56 PM UTC