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Amy's poems

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Killjoy
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Age: 28
Gender: Female
Posts: 7
July 28th, 2009 at 11:06pm
oh hey just so you guys know; my topics are deep, and most of them are true experiences. So you might be a little scared and/or disturbed ha but I really am a good person and I love people haha(:


She sits on her bed,
covered in tears
looking at her scars
while her mother she fears.
her pillow as her comfort
her stories untold
careful to watch what she says
so no one else knows.
he friends are no help,
they don't know what to say
because this all started,
from that one fateful day:
she made a mistake
but her mother doesn't understand
so she beats her daughter
with her very own hands.
while she's locked in her room,
bruises lay on her face.
she says she's alright,
but that isn't that case
her soul fills with hatred
then guns at her head
with all her last words
left unsaid.
she thinks of her life,
and all the people she loves.
and thinks, maybe it's best
if I go up above.
but out of instinct,
she throws the gun at the floor
and out of anger
heads for the door.
what would happen if she ran away?
because her mind can't stop drifting
to that fateful day.
she sighs, closes the door
and lays on her bed
she rolls down her sleeves
to cover the wrists that bled.
she then closes her eyes,
and suffers again.
Her hell of a life
just can't seem to end.
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Killjoy
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Age: 28
Gender: Female
Posts: 7
July 29th, 2009 at 03:45am
My house is a prison,
oh please let me out.
no one to listen,
to hear when I shout.

This heart is just a hole,
empty, full of despair.
If I fall it doesn't matter,
there's no one to care.

Hide my pain, and carry on,
routine is the key.
And don't let them catch on,
What your pretending to be.

Lock it up inside you,
see how badly it will hold.
But watch out, for one day,
it just might explode.
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Killjoy
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Age: 28
Gender: Female
Posts: 7
July 29th, 2009 at 04:05am
I open my eyes
as I gasp for air.
I see all the wires
and doctors, not filled with care.

blood rushes up my throat
oh, I feel so weak
my skin is so pale
and I can barley speak.

my heart hurts
and my heart is racing
I couldn't take it
this pain is excruciating

I hear them say
"she's going to die"
so my family gathered around
to say their final goodbyes.

I couldn't believe this
I wish it was a bad dream
please don't take my life, God
I'm only thirteen.