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| Hey. I am searching the site constantly now for my new site of peoms people made up. I got some and there are now posted up here. I'll still be searching for more peoms day by day. If you have some that YOU made up, email them to me @ soccerpup824@yahoo.com. And jus to tell ya, don't give me any credit for the poems below unless i say their mine. Enjoy. FALLEN There’s a great deal of depression that overtakes my soul, It floods deep within me into every inch that makes me whole, Floods of tears run out of me in all different expressions, And the more that comes out only leads to more depression, They say it’ll be okay, but who am I kidding? The more that I think sends my head spinning, They don’t know what it’s like to be pushed aside, All the hurt and rage stay bottled up inside, Until the pain gets so bad that I cry out in vain, I beg for your mercy as I call out your name, I need your help but I’m too weak to ask, All the burdens are too heavy for one with such a heavy task, No matter how hard I try to convince myself there’s no wrong or right, Every time I battle with myself I always lose the fight, I feel intimidated by others thoughts and words, So I try to run and hide until my vision becomes all blurred, But it’s like I said this is just how I feel, The pain is becoming all too real, And here I am nothing but a child, Letting my emotions escape they’re running wild, I keep my thoughts held captive, Like a prisoner in a cage, Oh God tell me I’ll be better, I’m hurting I need you so, Please don’t give up on me, I need you more than you know, One- day just you wait you’ll see me smile again, But until that day please continue to be my friend. SOMETHING MUST BE WORNG WITH ME with all this hurt inside, always bursting with sadness, and never any pride. Something must be wrong with me if all I do is cry, I can't stop this pain all I want to do is die. Something must be wrong with me if my emotions run wild, all this confusion does is make me feel like a lost child. Something must be wrong with me with all these terrible things, always there and never gone depression is what it brings. Something must be wrong with me if I can't stop these thoughts; all this pain does is turn my stomach in knots. Something is truly wrong with me when I think there's only one way out, "Let this pain end," is all my heart will shout. Something Must be Wrong with Me SACRED SILENCE Somewhere behind this sacred silence there is a soul, A soul that’s waiting to be released, To be relieved of all of her thoughts and fears, This soul is dying, She feels trapped in an unaware world, She can feel the walls closing in on her crushing everything safe and complete about her, She can see the lights fading on her, It’s time to take her final bow to the world and retire to the depths of night, Never to be seen again, She wants to stay, But there’s no reason to stay, is there? It’s not worth it anymore, As she waves her final goodbyes see her eyes, See their loneliness and sadness, See the tears swelling up ready to spill out to the world, But she keeps them hidden inside, For the world isn’t and will never be ready to see the real her, She needs help, Help emerging from the darkness back into the light where she belongs, But until her savior comes, She will remain in the darkness never to be seen, Except by the ones who truly love her… HOW How do I go on in a world that keeps holding me back? How do I live when all I want to do is die? How do I say what I need to say when no one will listen? How do I know that you still care when you're never around? How do I cry when all of my tears have run dry? How do I die when all I want to do is live? How do I see when my vision is all blurred? How do I heal when emotions keep holding me down? How do I breath when I'm being suffocated? How do I survive when I'm being haunted by my own thoughts and worries? How do I stop the rain when the sun refuses to shine? How do I live when all I want to do is die? SCARS These scars tell a story, One of anger, one of rage. These scars are more than just, An adolescent stage. These scars are signs Of wounds that run deep. These scars are from My attempt at the eternal sleep. These scars are something You'll never understand. These scars were created by more Than just a razor in my hand. These scars tell a story, One of hate and anticipation. These scars will be My life long occupation. Oh yes, these scars Are oh so real. Look at these scars. They will never heal. These scars were created By falsehoods and lies. These scars were created By all I despise. These scars, so many, Each one it's own name. These scars, so deadly, Each one, for no reason the same. So when you want to know What it is that I'm all about. When I roll up my sleeves, please, No need to shout. Or when I start to see Disgust in your eyes, Right as I show you These scars on my thighs. Each of these is my escape. While my problems keep me behind bars. Would you really like to know About these...my scars? |
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