Biography of Alice Winters
I LOVE to write poems, it helps me say what im feeling. I want to be a writer when I am older. I ussually write about deep things that are going on in not just my life, but in others around me. I base my poems on peoples real feelings, not just happy fake things.
Alice Winters Poems
Choices Choices Choices
Choices choices choices, Why do I have to choose, To stay or to go, To live or to die,
Please Dont Make Me Do This
Please don't make me do this, Take the knife to my arms, Seeing the blood flowing down my skin, I tried to be strong,
It would be amazing to run away, To not have to worry about one more day, To feel the wind pushing against my skin, To feel the tears fall down my cheek,
Sitting down on the bathroom floor, Stands up she cant take anymore, Grabs the razor from the top shelf, Screams out loud as she cuts herself,
Why is it that you think you can do this to people, We are all human beings, Were not animals, When you tell us to sit, we don't sit, when u tell us to stop, we don't stop,
There is a huge room of people, But why do I feel so alone? Why do I feel deserted, my emotions are never shown, I laugh at what people say, and I go along with their words,
Your eyes are filled with crystal, Your hair is full with light, Your mouth is filled with mystery, Your body’s full of height,
The Past, The Present
I see her, that girl I used to be. When I had a family, friends, people who cared.
Close Your Eyes
take a deep breath and close your eyes try to forget about those cuts and lies keeping your feeling so bottles up inside its crushing all your strength and all your might
Tears Tears falling down my face, Blood blood rushing in my veins,
Dreams fade away like the stars in the sky, People fade away before you get to say good-bye, Does anything stay the same, Or is life just a big game?
I step outside to feel the breeze, I feel like its controlling me, Pushing me closer to the people I trust, Pushing me farther from my hate and disgust,
A snarl rips through my teath, My eyes watch its every movement, I am ready Ready to attack my pray,
No I have never cut before, But I want to, Whats making me hold back, Just do it already,
Sitting down on the bathroom floor,
Stands up she cant take anymore,
Grabs the razor from the top shelf,
Screams out loud as she cuts herself,
She closes her eyes and bites her tongue,
Ignore the stinging that will come,
The knife cut deep causing her pain,
Its too late she cut a vain.