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I took a drag and hid behind the rush it gave because when you're high life can't be bad I pushed the pain aside and let the smoke take me with it while locking my fears inside
People are temporary and when they go away it's scary it's like a part of you dying but half of you is still trying to get back with them, get back to them you're alone in the dark crying
this is so easy now not caring nothing hurts I just let go and I'm gone. who needs the drugs the booze the techno wail of a crazy party when I can live
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Flay the skin away Piece by piece Layer after layer What am I now? Am I The words tumbling out of my mouth The thoughts rolling in my head The despair deep in my heart
Here a girl of 17 sat playing with her nails.She wore black and was thin and very frail.Her dark brown locks hid her face as she stared blankly into space.
Around around on the merry go round.The little girl shall never be found.The merry go round is here to stay.The little girl has run away.Up and down the horses go.The little girl hated school she had wrote.
White Frosting here and there.Putting flowers in her hair.Color of red stain to decorate for this joyous daySome powder here, a fix up there.Now its ready for today.Getting lowered into the ground,
When surrounded by peopleI need space.When alone my thoughts surrounded me.I cant breath. Im confusedtiredhopeless. I dont understand, and at this point.I dont think I want to.
Cheeks hollow skin cold lips thin collarbones. Shoulders bare Straight thin hair no stomach to hide space of thighs.
All is calmjust shallow breaths heard.Drip driptime slows down. Your life fades past like many times before.Only at the end you find yourselfat a different door.
A little like leads to love. A little hug leads to comfort. A little tear leads to a sob. A little smile leads to a laugh. A little whisper can lead to a crush. A little hope leads to faith.
Fake smileDried eyesscratched wristsbruised thighswhite pillsrope tiesgun loadedsuicide
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Darling, you'll be okay. You are being irrational. Take a minute and just breathe in and out. You are a beautiful human being. You serve a purpose on this Earth. You have people who love you.
Her heart is filled with questionsnot knowing how to feelshe peers out the window
Glue. It sticks two objects. The objects remain together for a time. It fails at some point. Then it ceases to be Glue.