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BullyingI can't pretend
That I even have a friend
I don't have a place to belong
So I can't stay for long

Why do I quiver in fear?
What did I do to them?
Who made my friends disappear?
Why I am all alone?

When did this start again?
I can't remember the time
When I wanted to die
Because of all of the abuse
That I would take
Both physical and verbal today

Why do I quiver in fear?
What did I do to them?
Who made my friends disappear?
Why I am all alone?

What happened to my soul?
Why do they stare at me
Like I'm just filth to them?
What made me who I am?
I don't even have a plan

Why do I quiver in fear?
What did I do to them?
Who

A poem about loveLove consists out of pain
Love consists out of desire
Love is what I admire
Love always fights against my brain

Love is despising
Love is passion
Love is not a piece of fashion
Love is always surprising

None of these things are untrue
Love is enough to make one weep
That is love as it seems

Yet when I think of you
I simply can’t fall asleep
Since life is finally better, than in my own dreams

Hello There Loneliness"Hello there loneliness, how are you today?"

Your silence says it all.

"Would you like to stare at the walls with me?"

Of course you would, that's why you're here.

"Lovely weather don't you think?"

Oh, you don't want to go out.

"I think I will close the curtains then, if that’s okay?"

You enjoy the darkness.

"Have I received any calls today?"

There hasn’t been any for a week.

"Wow, aren’t you quiet today?"

The only sound is my voice.

"I had a funny dream last night you know?"

I wished it would never end.

"Oh, how come I can’t remember it?"

You’re presence makes me forgetful.

"I think I will have a

I WantI want to be able to scream,
I want to be able to talk,
But whenever I voice my opinions,
They’re left so deep in the dark.

I want to be able to cry,
I want to be able to smile,
But I only can in desperation,
So I’ll fake my emotions for a while.

I want to be able to stand,
I want to be able to laugh,
But whenever I manage to catch it,
It fades away from my grasp.

I want to be able to tell you,
But it’s harder than I first might have thought,
Because from my past experience,
I only became more distraught.

I want it to stop being complicated,
So for once, I can sit down and explain,
But for now I’ll just have to sti

You didn't dare.She smiled,
but it was fake.
She laughed,
but she's about to break.

She reached out,
but no one came,
tried to fake it,
but the pain stayed the same.

This girl, she called to you,
but you didn't care.
Something told you to help,
but you didn't dare.

What would the others say?
The ones who called her a freak.
They may taunt or shun you,
so you choose not to speak.

Then she decides to leave.
Because no one wants her here.
You'll never see her cry.
She'll never shed another tear.

I'm the little girlI'm the little girl
who doesn't sleep very well

I'm the little girl
Who writes in the dark

I'm the little girl
Who barely see's what's going down

I'm the little girl
With the pills in her hand
who doesn't know what it's like to be gone

Morning Light“Morning Light”

These hills that I’ve traversed
Within each and every verse
Have led me to believe
In all the things I see
And where I am right now
I could never imagine how
I have gotten myself to stand
On my own two feet again

I thought I could never dream
Or at least in what I mean
Or maybe this is fake
And these thoughts I can not shake
So sad and unaware
Bad thoughts are always there
Floating in my head
Taunting me instead

I don’t want to be naïve
And believe in what I see
But this thing called pressure
Is more than I can measure
Anxiety never disappears
Even though the ones I fear
Have finally gone away
I st

Poor EyesBeautiful eyes that know nothing but lies,
And the feeling to die a bit inside every day.
She knows it has to be this way,
But she still fights.
Look me in the eyes,
And say you would have the courage to do the same.
None of this came,
To her in one day,
It all had to build up over years and years and years.
Every few weeks a new fear would develop.
Perhaps of a person or an action.
She drew herself away from all things loving,
Shoving herself towards the even darker side of life.
This just made her fight even harder,
And made her see the worst in everything,
Now she's giving up.
She's lost the courage she's been forced to keep,
She weeps in

zeroi swore
i would never number the poems
i wrote about myself because that
would be like ticking off the days
until my breakdown;

i was a moth, unapologetically throwing myself
at any gleam of hope; wasting my wings
on industrial promises

colors always felt much more
appropriate for the purple boiling
beneath my heart and the pallid
purposelessness of my head,

but i was born into a colorless world--

no one sees me behind the metallic scars
of my skin and iron grating of my voice against
the grain; no one sees me as more than
gray regret or monochrome mistakes,
no one sees me but

all i ever wanted was for a
fallen god with feathered he

CryDon’t cry anymore
For the fighting is over
Except within us

Between You and Me.
I never believed you,
I only wanted to.

.....

Lying back to back
I was counting your breaths
to make sure your lack of
heart
didn't leave you
dead.

....

Like a ghost
the fading memories of your touch
kept screaming
what I was trying to forget.

...

Oh, why did I give it up to you?

..

I know it's my fault.
My expectations were greater than
what you were willing to offer,
and I got scared.

I tried shutting you out,
to gather myself together
behind a shield of apathy,
but only ended up in
self-destruction.

.

Your kiss never tasted as
intoxicatingly bitter
as the last time
I made love to you...

Forever AliveHave you ever been all alone at night?
Crying, shaking, breaking
And all you can do to stop it is bleeding
Have you ever been all alone in a crowd?
Hated, ignored, outnumbered
And all you can do to escape is dying

Well, Darling, I’m telling you once
Well, Love, I’m telling you twice
Drop that lighter and drop that knife
Throw away your blades
And get rid of those pills
Untighten the knot in your rope
And take a step away from that cliff
Don’t let yourself drown in your own thoughts
Don’t let those voice take control over your own fucking mind
Remember that you are not alone in this
Remember we’re the army of the

What You WantMaybe you want them to notice
Maybe you want them to see
Maybe you want them to care about
How you’re lost and lonely me.

Maybe you want them to ask
Maybe you want them to know
Maybe you want them to care about
How your happiness is a show.

Maybe you want them to quiet
Maybe you want them to listen
Maybe you want them to care about
How your blood does glisten.

Maybe you want them to leave you
Maybe you want them to die
Maybe you want them to care about
How your life’s just a lie.

UselessI'm a cutter
That's all I'll ever be
Once you've learnt that
Defining fact about me.

You'll call me mad
Assume that I'm sad
And that I want
Your help.

You'll check my arms
Only matters if you can see
But I can hide them
All over me.

You'll think I'm sick
Sick in the head
And that makes me feel
Like I want to be dead.

I don't do it
For attention
I don't do it
For a mention
I don't do it
To rebel.
I do it because of
The spell
That it's cast over me.

In The Darkness...In the Darkness
I can see You...

As if You were beside me
and had never let me go...

Even when I close my eyes
at night, You are there...

But I know you are holding and
being held by someone else now...

And it kills me,
every single time...

The heart wrenching tears that I cry,
should at least blur my vision of You...

To deter or hide away,
Your haunting beauty...

But they do not and
I carry on suffering...

I cover my shuttered eye lids
with the palms of my hands...

As if to deny,
all possible light...

I grind the heals into them,
but I start seeing bright stars...

And alas, You're still here
torturing me sadistically...

I scream

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Just One More

by ~AmySonicRose, Feb 13, 2013, 8:17:24 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Just One more

Just a cut.
Just a scratch.

"What's that mark.?"
"It was the cat."

Just an excuse.
Just another lie.

"What's with all the bracelets.?"
"Just fashion, why.?"

Just a tear.
Just a scream.

"Why were you crying.?"
"Just a bad dream."

-But it's not just a cut, or a tear, or a lie. It's always 'just one more' until you die

Just One Moreby ~AmySonicRose

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

©2013 ~AmySonicRose

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~TheFrigidFanatic Mar 12, 2013 Student General Artist

Very true

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~AudraTheHedgewolf Feb 24, 2013 Hobbyist

That...used to be me

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~CrystalChell Feb 16, 2013 Hobbyist Digital Artist

love it

it's very emotional

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~izzyizz303 Feb 16, 2013 Hobbyist Photographer

.................This describes my life...........

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~SyrinaKorramaya Feb 20, 2013 Hobbyist Digital Artist

I feel you, bro.

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~izzyizz303 Feb 20, 2013 Hobbyist Photographer

.....You realize I'm a girl right? and phdicbasdvcsdf

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~SyrinaKorramaya Feb 22, 2013 Hobbyist Digital Artist

Yes. I am one too. Girls can also be bros.

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~izzyizz303 Feb 22, 2013 Hobbyist Photographer

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~SyrinaKorramaya Feb 25, 2013 Hobbyist Digital Artist

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~wtfisit123 Feb 15, 2013 Hobbyist Artisan Crafter

Just one more life to save. It is unfortunate how many I know that I've had to pull from this type of grave. I pray that if you know someone like this or are someone like this you find some way, through friends or professionals or family or from yourself, to obtain help.
The poem was very strong and concise, and I felt it in my chest as I read it. Thank you.

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