Insanity
Does anyone know what it's like
To sit alone in the dead of night?
Wondering when you're going to die
Staring into darkness, letting out a sigh
Asking yourself why it had to be this way
Yet knowing all along there is nothing to say
Suppressing your screams
From your horror filled dreams
Wanting so desperately just to feel
Enough to do anything to make it real
To hurt yourself ever so painfully
Leaving a scar for the world to see
To see the blood flow down your arm
To see people turn away in alarm
Does anyone know what it's like
When insanity consumes you in the dead of night?
Whispered Agony
This is my whispered agony
Can you hear my screams?
I’m not allowed to wake up
From this hell you call a dream
In my blood
This floor is covered
Because of things
I’ve recently discovered
Listen to my agony
Whispered though it be
Listen to my agony
That is my final plea
Does anyone ever notice all the pain around them
The girl crying under the bleachers at a football game
The parents outliving their children
The lovers forever seperate
The friends forver gone
The child holding his raggedy, grimy teddy bear in the middle of the ruins of his Lousiana house calling for "Mommy"
Does anyone else feel the pain surrounding us
Feel the walls closing in as another joy is lost
Feel the sky come crashing down around someone
Feel the sadness behind the giddy smiles
Or the loneliness behind the quaterback's eyes
Our world is filled with sorrow and pain
It shows in our everyday world
But too many people block it all out
Choosing to live in their happier, controlled world
Choosing their friends and the pain that they feel
And not having to be sympathetic to one from somewhere else
The answer is no
No, no one notices the girl under the bleachers
No one feels the sky come crashing in
No one loves or looses what they don't have to.
It is said that God answers all prayers, but all too often, the answer is no.
I sit by myself,
with the razor in hand.
thinking "god help",
yet wanting blood again.
The scars are those of knowledge
a sign thats says beware
they all know the edge,
I'd jump if i wasn't so scared.
the metal is so inviting,
my one and only friend
the one who knows im leaving
because it brought me my end.
cold voices in my head
crying out for more,
they love the crimson that ive bled
but only they know how.
I sit here by myself
the razor in hand
begging god for help
knowing this is the end.........
Thanks so much you too, i personaly hate my poems..lol
but here are some more..
~Untitled-Pain~
I sit here by myself
thinking why am i here,
why cant i end it
I want to end it for good
no one knows me,
my pain, my hate
My razor slices my skin
violent red tears come out
they tell of the fear of real tears,
for i am afraid to let fall,
of the fear they won't stop
1,2,3,4,slices against already red skin
i fell no pain in the cuts
I fell dizzy,
for i have finally found my escape
I turn over my wrist and slice once again and finally ending the pain
the numbness
the tears
my eyes heavy
my eyes close, I sigh,
"Its finally over"
Make it all go away!
Make it all go away she says,make it all go away she fells.She wants to fell nothing,not the pain,not the tears of worthlessness,she wants all of her two so called friends to stop pretending to be her friend and acting like they care!
She wears a smile at school for the teachers,the kids,and her classmates,when inside of her head is rageing hateness for herself,and how she is.She smiles so noone knows the pain and hate she fell's,so noone ealse can hurt only her.
But one day they will know what she felt!
You might wonder how she keeps it in, how she gets through the day, you wonder is it drugs, is it alcohol, you wonder. Well you will always wonder because she has her secrets just like all the other people hideing the fellings inside!
Make it all go away she says, well one day it will, it will go away for GOOD!
Dark Angel
In the house accross the street,
there is a 14 year old girl who
was tortured with pure pressure,
from her friends, and classmates,
and family. She cant take it all!
these people looking at her like
some kind of alien from the planet
Neptune. Yeah well they dont
know where or what shes been
through. Everyday she plasters
a stupid smile on her face trying
to please everyone and make them
happy,and helping them, but how is
it she cant even help herself?
In the house accross the street sits a 14 year old girl
on her bed looking at her stupid, fat, and ugly reflection.
She see's the sharp beautiful razor blade,and fills with
red angery tears that come from her wrists, her tears fall
on the razor makeing it glistin in the moonlight, she looks
again in the mirror, but all she sees stairing back at her a
dark angel. That girl sists on her bed everyday not knowing
what to do is me.
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Gothlybeautiul's Poetry
Nov 5th, 2005 11:25 PM
I'll post more of mine if other people like them 
lol
