Melanie Hannon Poems

Tortured child sitting on the window pane
Innocent boy, hurt through inner pain
Bleeding arms cut by serrated knives
Ends in the loss of more innocent lives
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Crying boy sitting on the ground
Makes not a peep, not a single sound
Cry because of his pain
Crying without any shame
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As the knife cuts me deep
The blood begins to slowly seep
My pain it starts to go away
Just to return another day
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love is a gift
a gift of love
hold onto love
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sadness is a poison
it consumes you untill
you are just an empty shell
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happiness is a virtue
cherish it well

it can take the best people
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As I stood there in disbelief
I saw a tree lose its last leaf
I watched him slowly die
As he was on the ground I gave a sigh
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This is from my darker period.

does no one see the scars on her wrists
the bruises on her legs
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My very first. Bear with me, it's not that good

lives are like anchors
mine is disconnected, floating away
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