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she dosent know whats right
& she dosent know whats wrong
she only knows that the pain comes
from waiting for him so long
& she dosent count the teardrops
that shes cried while hes away
cause she knows deep downin her heart
that he'll be back someday
she cries and cries,
and yet it never helps.
he drinks and drinks
but getting drunk wont ever help.
because really...
they were meant to be together
It wasn't a suicide attempt,
It was an escape from everything awful.
When we cut, we control our own pain,
and we can make it stop whenever we want.
Physical pain relieves mental anguish.
For that brief moment the pain of cutting
is the only thing on the cutter's mind.
And when the others come back, they're weaker.
Drugs do that too, but nothing like cutting.
Nothing is like cutting.
Even her friends don't know her
she's a question without answers
When did your smile become so fake?
When did the happiness begin to fade away?
When did you become worthless?
When was it exactly that you started to break
everyone keeps asking me if i'm okay;
what am i supposed to tell them?
no, im not okay .. and then what?
so i just smile and say i'm fine
even though i'm really dying inside..
YOU ARE THE GREATEST murderer USING LOVE AS A WEAPON AND LEAVING broken hearts BEHIND AS EVIDENCE
it's so hard to go on
like everythings ok
when inside i still cry for
memories of yesterday...
For every heart that finds love..There is a heart that cries.
For every dream that is reborn..there is a dream that dies.
For every day filled with sun..there is a day of rain.
For every hour filled with joy..There is an hour of pain.
For every smile upon a face..there is a tear to cry.
For every fond hello you say..there is a sad goodbye
She hides her tears behind a painted smile No one knows the pain shes going through This is her life everyday, no one knowing,yet no one caring. She cries herself to sleep, her wrists cut. Yet everyday she somehow makes it through
I am a poet writing of my pain.
I am a person living a life of shame.
I am your daughter hiding her depression
I am your sister making a good impression.
I am your friend acting like I'm fine
I am a wisher wishing this life weren't mine.
I am a girl who thinks of suicide
I am a teenager pushing her tears aside.
I am a student who doesn't have a clue
I am the girl sitting next to you.
I am the one asking you to care
I am your best friend hoping you'll be there
