| More of My Poems |
| Nothing Stare deep into my cavernous eyes, and you will see nothing, I'm empty inside, It's like I died. Your words no longer hurt me, Your evil stares aren't real, Nothing can hurt me now, I've been hurt for the last time. You hold me close, and silently cry, I don't know why, you made me like this. Your mean comments, and ugly stares, your hard pressing demands, your unkind words. My soul has left, and taken me away, far, far away, for it has taken too much abuse. You can't hurt me now, You can't make me cry, You can't cause me pain, because you made me empty inside. |
| Behind Closed Doors There's a part of me you don't see, It's behind closed doors. It can never come out, for it will destroy me. Behind closed doors I'm in pain, I suffer endlessly, I cry myself to sleep, I'm depressed. Behind closed doors I bleed at my own hands I bleed. The knife brings such relief, The river of blood cleanses me. By my blood I survive. Behind Closed doors I'm human, no longer superwoman, no longer flawless. My flaws cover my body, they are little white lines. You don't see behind closed doors, you see what I want you to see, me in my perfectionism. The perfectionist I was labeled, My perfect grades, and perfect record, is what you should see. The pain and hurt is all mine, You cannot see me weak, You will not see me cry, For I don't cry for anyone, So I will continue living, behind closed doors, Me on one side and my soul on the other. |
| My Label Who am I, it doesn't really matter, Until the day I die, I will wear your label. You may not think I hear, but I know what you call me, the crazy cutter girl, Why can't you just let me be? Don't be friends with her, because she has those self inflicted wounds, You've told everyone you know that, and locked me behind prison bars. I'm forever marked, with my self made scars, and you can't look past them, In your eyes I'm marred. I could have a 200 IQ, or be a beauty queen, It wouldn't matter though, because you see me as a fiend. Forever labeled as a cutter, no matter what I do, You can't see past my flaw, Well guess what, God will judge you too! |
| What They Are For This one's for the tears I couldn't cry, This one's for the times no one bothered to ask why, This one's for putting me down, The one's for the nights I've frowned. This one's for the weight I've gained, This one's for the days of pain. This one's for all the fights, This one's for my sleepless nights. This one's for depression, This one's for my life of repression, This one's for the friends I've lost, This one's for the life I've lost. This one's for all the screams, This one's for being picked last for the team. This one's for being ugly, This one's for not letting me be. This one's for the shame, This one's for letting me take the blame. This one's for not being perfect enough, This one's for not being tough. |
| The Storm Darkness, that's what it is, staring out the window, staring into her soul, aroused by thunder, as lightning rips through her, no pain, no pain, rain streaks down her face, staring out the window, the thunder rumbles, from deep within, rain down the wrist, releasing the thunder, lightning strikes her soul, no pain, no pain, Darkness. |
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