Tiara Neal

(March 31,1990 / Connecticut)

I Wish It Would Change

I wish it would change.

The urge to cut my self.

I wish it would change.

This pain that is felt.

I wish it would change.

So i write it all down.

I wish it would change.

Wearing my blank lifeless frown.

I wish it would change.

Crying everyday.

I wish it would change.

Not having any thing to say.

I wish it would change.

So I don't have to write poems.

I wish it would change.

And wish everbody knew them.

I wish it would change.

I'm just trying to fight it.

I wish it would change.

Everyday trying to hide it.

I wish it would change.

My sorrow, My pain.

I wish it would change.

It's getting worst everday.

Submitted: Sunday, March 19, 2006

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  • Lara Stenning (3/23/2008 4:19:00 PM)

    hey Tiara,
    don't worry you are not alone.
    i felt the same thing as you do and still do sometimes.
    But things look brighter now since I know I have friends and people I love and can talk to.
    Please tell me what made you feel so bad to write this poem. (Report) Reply

  • Christie Lassiter (5/22/2007 8:57:00 PM)

    Hey, I have a freind that has this in common with you, she's one of my best freinds. I used to feel this way when I was younger, I'm 29 now and things have gotten better! A whole lot better. I used to pray to God that I would die, that he would take me, I had so much pain inside...
    When did you write this poem? (Report) Reply

  • Ashley Stone (5/15/2007 9:39:00 PM)

    Trust in God things can change. I know what it is to have urges to do some things. (Report) Reply

  • Dustin Speiser (4/15/2007 5:30:00 AM)

    Tiara, I've got good news for you. Things CAN change! And there IS Someone who fully understands what your poems are all about. Jesus can change ANYONE. I know, because He changed me. I used to think there wasn't any hope, and that nobody could relate to me, but the Bible says this: Heb.4: 14-16/ Seeing then that we have a great High Priest who has passed through the heavens, Jesus the Son of God, let us hold fast our confession.
    For we do not have a High Priest who cannot sympathize with our weaknesses, but was in all points tempted as we are, yet without sin.
    Let us therefore come boldly to the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy and find grace to help in time of need.
    Tiara, He loves you, and He wants to change your whole life! Bring everything to Jesus, ask His forgiveness, and He will change you! 2Cor.5: 17 Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; old things have passed away; behold, all things have become new. (Report) Reply

  • Red Blooded Black Hearted (6/4/2006 6:10:00 PM)

    I heart rendering poem, for anyone dealing with the pain of life more than the others. I hope that things soon do change for you Tiara.
    Peace out, Rissa: -) (Report) Reply

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