"outhers" poems
Stick and stones can Braked your bones
But words will tear your soal into tiny pieces
Maybe not all at once
But little by little
Slice by slice
The wounds will heal
But the wounds of the soal takes more the just time
And if those wounds don't heal
U die, not physically you can't be that Lucky
, no I can't be that lucky
When your soul bleeds it bleeds hope
Hope of change, hope of man kind, and hope that you are not the words, that people call you.
My soul has ran dried befor,
Sliced way to many time
And me with no confidence to stich it back up
I was to the point of opting out,
Saying **** it.
I was tired of being called a freek tired of being told that I am less
That my life ment nouthing
Then I started to bleave it
That the world would be better with out me
And hell it would of been
I did not contribute to this world
Never made a change
I was so **** close
Blood flowing down my wrist
My mettifulical soul
Looking like my wrist
And obviously I lived
But you don't get over that kind of **** alone
It doesn't despair
It builds
U need a rope to get out of that rapid
You know what mine was.....
Words
The same thing that sliced my soal
That night I dreamed
That I was a writer
That my words did more good than the words of the outhers did harm
Not just for me but for others like me
Despair oozing out of them
Hatred coating there mind
That the only thing keeping them alive
Was the fact they cut across the tracks and not along
The next day I wrote
I wrote stories and poems
Letting my worries of the fuecher draw hope from the page and into me
Letting me clime out of my self pity
Without drugs
Without other people (the way I do everything)
And I lived
Not like I was, day by day
No I was finally alive I wanted to live
Not just because its what was expected
But I wanted this, I wanted my dream
I wanted to save not just my life
But some one else
To tell them
Yea words can beat you down, drag you to your grave, dig u a 9foot grave and berry you
But they can also brang you back to life, more alive than before.
Words can give you some thing that you felt you never had
Love, and love is what repair the wounds of your soul,
Show you that you have a reason to live,
No matter if those words are internal or external
They can heal you, and free you from the world that I once feared
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 2:13 AM UTC
Eaten inside I swar that I am
you riped me up and left me bleeding
I reatched for you with my last breath
HUNGERY
for the love I can not see
HUNGERY
for the compassion I can't truely understand
but I still Injured I crawed to you
dragging pices of myself behind
pices outhers will only kick away
push aside or even crush benieth there feet
without thought
without motive
without the simple act of Surprize
now I am NOTHING
not even the mirr fraction of a soul this festerd flash held Yesterday
I AM SOMETHING LESS then vermen
LESS then the Carcass
I am the MAGGOT Consoming the corpse
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Jan 8, 2011
Jan 8, 2011 at 10:36 PM UTC
I'm waiting
waiting for something
I'm thinking to myself
"this can't be it, this can’t be all"
I need more or just something else
there just has to be more to this...
place.
world .
Universe.
life...
how is it that i feel like this is not yet it
what is missing, outhers try to find it
whatever,
whoever,
something
to happen
to come
to be
it is frustrating
I can't get the feeling of satisfaction
maybe it lasts a day
though at the end I can't shake it all away
the feeling
of incompleteness
and though it's known to many
and all
we all try to shake this loneliness
this emptiness..
…as we all are just waiting for something to happen to acure to complete this Life we live
I guess we are all waiting
waiting for all to end
for the finish line
to feel free
to die
Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 11:12 AM UTC
I am so sad depress in i just cant take it anymour
im tired of being called names in being bullyed by outhers
im a real nice i just wish people could see that i am .
i love for what i fight for in i fight for what i love
in yes i might think im top crape yes i might have a moth
on me but its gives no one to treat me like i an nothing '
im a girl how only 13
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 6:29 PM UTC