charlotte marie peachey
Biography of charlotte marie peachey
i am a 21 year old budding poet and in my spare time its all i do. lol. i was diagnosed a few years ago with bipolar disorder and schizophrenia. my theropist suggested all sorts for my depression like art theropy that didnt work, counselling and hypnotherapy none of these worked until one day i picked up a pen and wrote down what i was feeling and to my surprise the words i had written rhymed and made sense. from then on poems have been my counselling and my antidepressants and im happy that i started writing poem i now have some thing in the region of 250 poems written since 2007.
charlotte marie peachey Poems
Daddy Likes To Touch Me
Juxtapose like tears and fears make promises that you tend to break. Scream from the top of your lungs, shoot yourself in the head.
Die For Love
i sit in a park where i dwell, for this boy i love so well. he took my heart away from me, now he wants to set me free.
give me fire, give me wind, forgive me father for i have sinned.
You Promised You Wouldnt Hurt Me
You promised you wouldn’t hurt me You swore you would always be true And now I look around And I can’t seem to find you
A Thousand Scars
a thousand scars from a rusty blade attempted suicides never made
I Pulled You Into Me
as your fingers caressed my skin you tried to quiet the voice within urging you to push it in your man hood grew to a manly size
Snow (A Happy Poem At Last Lol)
What is this wonder soft and white, That falls from the sky on this wintery night? Cool and sparkling, light as a feather, It makes its appearance in cold winter weather.
A More Pleasent Suicide
i am sick and tired of this, may the razor blades dance again voices running through my head i just want this pain to end
The Deep Deep Blue
Once again the call begins Begging me back to the blade Drags me down in the deep blue waves As I feel reality fade
She begs him to stop, she begs and she pleads, but the harder she cries, the harder she bleeds. She's wondering why he's hurting her so, but her eyes are getting heavier with each stinging blow.
Hush, Little Sister
Hush, little sister Please don't cry I wish I could be there To sing you a lullaby
im unclean so much dirt ive never seen lies and decet covered by laughter people tell me to stop being a marter
At The Funeral They Cried
At the funeral they cried, So much sadness pouring out, it was a surprise To know they’d hated her whilst she was still alive.
Shot Me In The Head
i wanna be a woman that you love i wanna be the woman you adore i wanna be the woman that tells you 'i love you more' i wanna be the woman that you treat nice.
i walked in on you
as you stood there
staring at a body on the floor
i shouted what did you do
but you didnt hear me
you just stood there
staring at the body on the floor
the body was a woman laying naked