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ScreamingScreaming on the inside,
Smiling on the out.
I don't need this torture;
I don't need this doubt.

I'm sick of denial;
I'm sick of these lies.
Once, just once,
My smile should reach my eyes.

My scars are fading;
My courage is gone.
Everyone's jaded,
It's time I move on.

To a world with no sadness,
Lies,
Or fear.
A world of wonder,
Lingers near.

A slip of the knife,
Like a slip of the tongue.
I've ended my life.
I'm finally done.

A Perfect DayThe rain is pouring;
I don't know what to say.
I'm actually not depressed today.

The birds are silent,
And Mulan is on.
Where have the scars and nightmares gone?

Are they in the closet?
Under the bed?
Where have they gone?
Why have they fled?

You know what?
I don't care.
All that matters,
Is that they aren't there.

I'll grab a blanket,
Take a nap.
Eat some cereal,
Curl up with the cat.
Enjoy this time,
Until it's gone.
So let me sit down,
And put my happy face on.

My Soul to KeepHeart beats fast,
fingers tapping,
nerves are stretching,
so close to snapping.

Try to calm down.
Take a deep breath,
feel so weak,
so close to death.

Nervously shaking,
and the clock's ticking slow.
When will it be over?
When's my time to go?

Can't wait,
about to break.
God, I'm here,
my soul to take.

Take it now.
I'm really done,
tired of fighting,
don't want to run.

I just want to rest,
just want to sleep,
take me forever,
my soul to keep.

Butterfly ScreamsIt's fun,
Isn't it?
Hurting me?
Killing me?
Watching me bleed?

Mocking me?
Striking me?
Ignoring my needs?

Destroying who I am,
And all I'll ever be.

But you wouldn't stop,
That I can see.

The butterflies in my stomach,
Scream as the hurtful words
Pin them to corkboard.
I'll cut myself,
And bleed.
I'm gonna lay down,
And hear the butterflies scream.

"Don't even worry."
"I'm perfectly fine."
Words are sandpaper,
And a couple of lies.

So while I'm here,
Down on the floor;
Do your worst,
Your worst and more.

So I'll lay down,
And bleed.
Even when I'm gone,
The butterflies will still scream.

Dear ClaireDear Claire,
I'm sick of the happiness,
And the smiles.

I'm sick of your laughter;
It's been going on for a while.

Where are the tears?
I miss the despair.

I like you depressed,
Because that's when you're Claire.

I think you should change,
Because I said so.

You're not happy,
You and I both know.

So start crying,
And slit your wrists.

Yes, yes,
That pain you've missed.

We're only here for you;
Don't you feel good now?

Yes, you do.
We can tell you how.

Just listen.
Listen, Claire.

C'mon, you can do it.
Give in to the despair.

We do it for you.
Love,
The Voices.

With YouHold me tight,
Please don't go.
I'm falling apart,
falling down so low.

Like a rag doll I'm tearing,
seams falling apart.
I can't sew them back up,
wouldn't know where to start.

I need your help,
but I'm too scared to say,
too scared to reach out,
tell you to stay.

You're my only hope,
like it or not.
My chances are slim,
but I'll give it a shot.

So hold me up,
don't let me fall,
just tell me it's okay,
answer my call.

That's all you need to do,
and I'll be alright.
With you by my side,
I'll stand up and fight.

Truest HomeI took my mask off,
showed my true face,
but you threw it back at me,
called me a disgrace.

No one wants to see.
No one wants to hear
about my hopes and dreams,
my memories and fear.

They'd rather I stayed quiet,
shy and in my place,
but I can't stay behind.
I want to run the race.

"No!" They cry.
Stay where you belong.
No one wants to hear
your misery song.

So crawl back in the dark,
with your monsters and fear.
Sit there quietly,
year after year.

Never going to get out,
never going to get free.
This is where I belong.
This is the truest home for me.

tICK TiCKI'm one of you,
Cut me,
And I'll bleed.
Slice through my skin,
You'll see.
I cry tears,
Just the same.
You hurt me,
Without even knowing my name.
Stop my heart,
I swear I'll die.
To see the truth,
Look in my eyes.
Don't ever stop to think,
How your words affect me.

*blink**blink*
You've missed it.
All your words were shit.
They just keep coming and coming,
Never stop.
I smashed the windows,
And broke the clocks.

So tick,
Tick,
Tick,
Tick,
Tick,

Tick.

B

O

O
M

My ''Friend''Can't wait to take my place,
Can't wait for me to be erased,
Can't wait for when I fall,
You're going to steal it all.

Call me a friend,
But you're really a foe.
I smile and say yes,
But inside I scream no.

Call my name,
I won't answer.
I've lost myself,
To the greed and the cancer.

It contaminated my cells,
Poisoned my body.
My guard was down,
My protection shoddy.

Break me down,
But already you have.
Inside and out,
I've been given a bath.

A bath in acid,
With some drops of your blood,
I sit in the filth,
The dirtiest mud.

I have no choice;
I'm so confused.
One question to answer:
Have I been used?

Screamed NoYou said no,
but he said yes.

How were you to know
what would happen next?

How could you know
that he'd push you down?

How could you know
you'd hit the ground?

How could you know
he'd rip off your shirt?

Tossed it away,
covered in dirt.

You didn't know
he'd have you pinned.

Because how could you know
that this would happen?

That your shirt would come off,
jeans un-zip.

That your heart would falter
with the rhythm of his hips.

That you would scream no,
as he groaned yes.

I LiedCheated, betrayed,
that's what I've done to you
I should've cried, should've stayed,
I understand if we're through.

The truth was right there,
in the back of my mind.
You might've even cared,
comforted me, been kind,

but I was so scared,
how could I say the truth?
I have never dared
to tell the horrors of my youth.

So I locked them up tight,
told another lie.
I did what was right,
though it urges me to cry.

You don't need to know,
the memories are for me.
I wish I could let them go,
just let someone see,

but they're my curse,
so leave me be,
until my ride in the hearse,
the death of me.

Blanket of whiteCover me softly
blanket of white
hide me from above
so they will not see
what the world
has done to me

so they can ignore
their fault in this
let them look away
afraid for what is
underneath my blanket
of untouched white

let them wonder
what they have done
to the thing
now covered
under a blanket
oh so very white

Halloween HouseThere's a girl in the basement,
Screaming our her lungs.
A body hangs above her,
The body of her love.
A man hangs from a ceiling fan,
A rope around his neck.
He left his daughter abandoned;
She has nothing left.

Hold me in your arms,
And we can scream together.
The same way we will die.
We'll haunt this house forever.

Just let go.
It's okay,
I know.
Don't fight,
Go to sleep;
You'll dream tonite.
Don't ever wake up.
If you wake up,
Your dreams it will douse.
You'll sleep forever,
In this Halloween House.

JanusBehind the copper doorway
Beyond the golden room
There awaits your future
There awaits your doom
Janus, the god of choices,
Asks will you go left or right?
You could discover nirvana,
Or you could die tonight.
Are you ready to take that risk?
Take that bow,
Brave that cliff?
Will you survive?
No one knows.
But no matter what,
Whither thou goest,
I go.
Trust me with your heart,
Trust me with your all.
I won't let you down,
I won't let your faith fall.
So, Janus,
I'll tell you now,
The choice is mine to be brave.
Leave my golden room,
For my choice,
I have made.

The MonsterI can't trust;
I can't love you.
The monster,
It's overpowering.
I'm not strong enough;
It has invaded me.
Every organ,
Every cell,
Every molecule,
Has been destroyed,
And taken over by something that isn't human.

It has to be something else;
It has to.
I wouldn't cut myself.
I wouldn't hate myself,
Or starve myself,
Or lose myself in a sea of hatred,
Of bloodlust,
And sorrow.
Would I?

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From My PerspectiveDear World,
Do you see what you've done?!
All of my pain and sadness,
It's your fault!!
Everything you've done wrong,
Slaps me in the face.
But behind you,
Stands your beautiful counterpart.
She is the sacrifice,
Of one life for another.
She is the love of a mother for a child.
She is holding an umbrella over a stranger,
And feeding the hungry.
She is saving an animal,
That isn't hers.
There is a yin/yang balance to the world.
We spend too much time,
Focusing on the negative.
Just remember,
Everything has beauty,
But not everyone sees it.
So look at her,
The mistress of All Evil;
For she is why bad things hap

ScarsWe all have our scars.
Shattered dreams and broken hearts.
Sometimes you see,
Sometimes you don't.
Sometimes, though,
Sometimes you won't.
You won't see,
What's so plainly there.
You won't see,
For fear of a scare.
Fear clouds you eyes,
Then you become blind.
You are blind to everything,
Except for you.
No matter what,
Selfish is everything you do.
Scars are always there,
Etched in your skin,
And the follicles of your hair.
We all have our scars.

Ring Around The RosyIt's a beautiful day.
The sun is shining,
Birds are singing.
Children laughing,
Church bells ringing.
Simul ing faces,
Greet me everywhere I go.
Everyone in this town,
Is well-loved,
As I well know.
All of a sudden,
Sirens are wailing,
And children cower.
The world goes black,
As if someone shut off the power.
I awake to the smell of gasoline.
And smoke.
I try to gasp,
But I choke.
Next I smell,
What's that?
Charred flesh?
Oh where am I at?
This is such a mess.
There is no more smiling,
Only crying.
The children scream out.
Everywhere,
They're dying.
The first flame licks my leg.
But before I can

Sailed AwayMy hope is gone,
Sinking down into sorrow.
I've lost all hope,
Of a better tomorrow.
The balls and chains,
Pull it down.
Like the corners of my lips,
In their perpetual frown.
The lies,
Oh the lies,
The terrible untruths.
All of me,
Is exhausted and used.
The pain,
The excruciating pain.
It's completely pointless,
There's no gain.
I've lost all hope,
For a better tomorrow.
I've lost all hope,
For a better day.
My happiness is gone.
It has sailed away.

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Coming Apart at the Seams

by =clarissabelle, Mar 5, 2013, 7:27:49 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Traditional Fixed Forms

Again my arms have paid the price,
For the pathetic thing,
I call my life.
Cuts up and down,
Decorating my arm,
Keeping me safe,
From emotional harm.
Guarding my soul,
All through the night.
Showing that there is darkness,
Even in light.
So no matter how much I try,
To just go past,
The scars on my arms will always last.
They'll line up,
With the ones in my heart,
Until the day,
I finally fall apart.

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~Silencedbook9 Mar 21, 2013 Student Writer

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~lexitaylor670 Mar 6, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

i love this poem!! relateable....

=clarissabelle Mar 6, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks

~lexitaylor670 Mar 7, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

your welcome

`MagicalJoey Mar 6, 2013 Writer

The scars are lines that trace your past,
they're also scars straight from the heart.
But time tolls on and situations change,
and the need for scars will fade away.
Alternatively, seek some help,
because one cannot do it by oneself.
I know, it took me ten whole years,
to face the fact my scars hide fears.
And though I do not know your life,
you show me glimpses of great strife.
But hold on to one thing, if you can do:
If there's hope for me there's hope for you.

=clarissabelle Mar 6, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

`MagicalJoey Mar 7, 2013 Writer

I'm sorry - I couldn't help myself and I didn't want to 'lecture'

=clarissabelle Mar 7, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Oh no, don't be sorry. It was beautiful.

~lexitaylor670 Mar 6, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

i really like this

can i use it please?

`MagicalJoey Mar 7, 2013 Writer

Where would you like to use it?

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