| Poetry and Thoughts: Emotions, depression, and Joy What is the point of a teenagers life??? |
| Love Is Still There When people ask me where you are, I just tell them I don't really know.. When people ask me why, I say because I messed up. When people ask me what I did, I say I didn't show her how much I cared. When people ask me why I don't try to get you back. I say because she deserves better. When they ask me if you still care. I tell them I don't know. When people ask me if I still care.... I say the same love that I had for her, is still there..... |
| Mistakes Once Made I love you with all of my heart.... That's why I don't want to live..... I had your love at one moment in time..... But I am afraid it is now gone.... I lost your love along with my heart..... How can I bear this horable pain? Is it possable to ever have your love? Is it possable to ever piece together my heart? I lost my reason for living..... I didn't realise what was most important... I didn't know 43 days could change me so much.... I have never went through such torment..... Now that it should be over, I don't think I can handle my own blame..... I lost your love, which was my life...... I lost my heart which was your love..... I lost my life which was you... How could I have made such a mistake? We were so close, but now it seems we are torn..... reasons of once things done out of happiness... Now done out of shame...... Joy of once things done out of love.... Now have went to shame..... I lost my truest and most cherished friend out of stupidity..... How can I ever be forgiven? How can it ever be forgotten? mistakes once made, will haunt me for the rest of my life.... |
| I just wanted to say that most of the poems I have written are about a certain girl. This girl is my best friend. She is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I almost screwed that up. So I just wanted to say that guys and girls, if you love someone make sure they know you love them more than anything. Seriously, make them feel like they are loved. If you don't make them feel loved then one day they could be gone. Believe me it will hit you after that happens that you screwed up. Then nothing matters. You have this guilt inside of you that won't go away no matter how hard you try and make it. It is a feeling that you lost the person you care most about. A feeling of emptiness. It is something you never want to go through, so cherish the people you love and even if you think you are showing them love. Make sure they know you are showing them love. |
| LOVE If you are going to love me, then love me. if not then don't. Loving me has attachments, if you are going to love me then you have to give your whole heart. If your not willing to give your whole heart, then how can you say you love me? If you are not willing to give your whole heart, then what is the point of loving me? Don't play with me as if I were a toy. Love me as if I were yours. If not then get out of my life. My love is not something that will be taked for granted, if you love me then give me your all, if not then leave me alone. I will truly love you if my heart allows, but if you do not love me then my heart has been deceived. If you love someone, you want what they want, you want happiness for them. If you love someone you want what's best for them, that is why sometimes you know it is not right to love them. Sometimes they think you are what's best for them when, You know it's not whats best for them. Love has to match or it will burn you. Love hurts more than anything you can think of. But it is also the most cherished and sought after feeling. So, is love worth it? the pain, suffering, and agony. If you truly love someone it is. But if you are just playing with them think of the consequences it will have. On you and them. The pain and damadge it will have is not worth anything. |
| Is it really me? She walks around the house hanging her head in shame. Knowing deep in her thoughts she's the only one to blame. The night she can't forget, the very night that they met. Wishing nothing would've come from it, still sick of all the lit. The misery of those sleepless nights, the shivering flashbacks of the fights. Wishing the memories would just fade away. Still with her mind in dismay. Sick of all the selfish fears, sick of all the nights of tears. Sick of life in distraught, hanging her head in all this thought. Put to shame from verbal abuse, the one to blame from being of no use. Seeming like a waste of space, looking in the mirror at her face. Seeming like a wasted life, worn out from internal strife. There she lays gently sleeping. The nights passed by and she slept more, seeming like it was over, that internal war. The nightmare slowly dissapeared, seeming like it was no longer feared. But once again she was put to shame, knowing she had herself to blame. Then she slept eternal sleep, slowly climbing out of the keep. It was a prison, there she was kept, all those years that she wept. Now she had been set free. Knowing she would never again blame thee. She never before trusted you, even though all the pain she went through. With your help she escaped her fears, with your help she escaped the tears. At one time she hung her head in shame, only having herself to blame. Over the years, she escaped her fears. Only having you to blame..... |
| Questions & Seemingly Answers Hurtfulness is what I feel..... consuming, eating, engulfing my mind. What is this pain? This feeling seems familiar, but what can seem? What you do not know? If something is consuming you, there must be an end! If it is consuming you, will there be an end? So many questions left to ask..... So many questions left to answer.... But, what is a question, without an answer? Meaningless, endless, nothing? Every question has an answer. But, what is the right answer? Every question has millions of answers, and every answer has millions of questions. Endless, meaningless, nothing? Questions need to be asked, because people need to have answers.... People need to be seemingly right, but what is seemingly, what you do not know? Questions are seemingly, endless, meaningless, nothings...... |