Poems Topic(Not sure if there's one already)

Another,i have like 200 pages filled with poems i can go on all day~
This was written for a close friend.(IRLbtw) lol enjoy~

The bitter pain she dreads..

The emptiness she feels
the lonelyness they ignore
she pushes them away
praying she dosen't have to stay
alone now
and alone then
she will never be loved
cause she won't let them in
she lets the razor do the deed
she cuts and cuts till she can no longer bleed
with each tear fall
she begins to lose it all
slice after slice
and peice by peice it seems
she bleeds like human
but she still dosn't understand
if i can bleed like human
feel the bitter emptiness
like a human
why am i conviced i am not human?
-Myheroine

Thank ya~

A Battle with depression.


She covers the scars on her arms up so well,
hiding the evidence of her own private hell.
The feeling of blood is still crawling on her skin.
And her fingers are down her throat to make herself thin.
These voices are coming around again.
The voices that caused all the pain.
Her parents don't notice, she cries by herself.
Willing herself to get better in the name of her health.
The blood drips from every pierced vein in her arm.
She doesn't see she has a problem, she doesn't see the harm.
These voices are coming around again.
The voices that caused all the pain.
Her body is decaying, it's just wasting away.
She doesn't see the harm or how the voices betray.
She's not hurting anymore because it just feels so right.
She's too weak to eat, to hungry to fight.
These voices are coming around again.
The voices that caused all the pain.
Her veins are broken, her flesh is raw.
It's too late, she's slumped over on the floor.
Her fingers down her throat, razor blade by her side.
She's been headed here for so long, on this downward slide.
These voices are coming around again.
The voices that caused all the pain.
The voices are back for more.
It's too late, she lies dead on the floor.

good one Jamie.... pretty sad story to tell.

Im sorry for everyone i let down..friends and other's..
i'm not crying out for attention in poems..this is me
This is my life,this is how i express it..
im sorry shelly,sorry i let you down,i dont think i'll be posting more..good night..

I cut myself again last night,
although I knew it wasnt right.
I took away my pride, my dignity
all because of my selfish stupidity.
I tried to rid myself of the pain inside,
with these bloody scars that I try to hide.
One carved right below my heart,
I think thats where the pain did start.
The deepest are above my ankle
for the anger in my heart that rankles.
The rest lie upon my wrist
yet the pain inside still persists.
Why I do this to myself I do not know.
Nor will these cuts and bruises ever show.
Pain runs much deeper than the skin,
The pain I feel comes from within.
-MyHeroine

i dont know poems but heroines were pretty good

Here's a Poem i just wrote..

loving you feels like all i have.
I want you to hold my hand.
embrace me, feel me! dont let goo...
stare into my eyes, don't forget.
the love that you see is always real...
your kiss will give me such a thrill.
time with you was worth every moment to be.
my heart beats slower wishing you are mine to keep.

Lmfao, ikr. xD
But I still like Jamie's poems. (:
Too bad he's not doing anymore. :/

Time to contribute..yet once again.:]


Roses are red, this blood is too
iv spent so much time, just thinking of you
if u left me now id be lonely and beat
U help me get up, back onto my feet.

When darkness has fallen and you shy away your wings
i know u can help me with all these damn things
my heart away i know you'll be there
as my best friend, forever we share.

Somedays..


Somedays I feel like,
I'm broken up inside,
A black in my heart.
The loneliness I try to hide.
Somedays I feel like,
I just wanna scream,
An emptiness is all around,
A sadness I seem.
Somedays I feel like,
I just wanna cry,
There's a heaviness in my heart,
My tears will not dry.
Somedays I feel like,
I'm all emo inside,
Nothing seems to go right,
Or be on my side.
Somedays I feel like,
Nemo is around,
I feel so lonely,
As I curl to the ground.
Somedays I feel like,
Myself I wanna kill,
To be free from this pain,
And for once to feel a thrill.
-Heroine-