Biography of Shay Mitchell
I'm 17 and completely lost. music is usually how i express my feelings. but when i found that i had a little talent for writing, i began using that as a release too. i started cutting when i was 13. i had been gang raped (read Unbarable Love) and i found that it was a greater addiction than any drug id tried. it became a fight against myself to not cut too deep. so i started writing. its helped me so much, n i have stopped cutting, but as you read my poems u will c they r depressing and very very....blunt. hope u like them!
Shay Mitchell Poems
Innocence is something amazing, Innocence is life changing. Innocence is heart wrenching, Innocence is surprising.
All i see is darkness, Everytime i look in the mirror. Everyday i wish i could cover, My many scars and flaws.
i hate her eyes, and especially her smile. i hate how she never seems to cry, and her scars from the past.
A Million Pieces
I went to bed crying, I woke up hoping. The day i told him good-bye, Was the day i wanted to die.
Yes i do wear a lot of black, Along with thick eyeliner. I'm not afraid to admit, That i have scars on my arms.
Hearing their voice and knowing it'll be the last time you do. saying you love them, and meaning it with your whole heart.
A feeling of knives tearing through my heart, And constant terrorizing thoughts. Countless times of unbelievable pain, Which seems to never fade away.
Somedays i just wish i could fly, And leave my past behind me. Somedays i wish i could just lock myself, In my room and never come out.
The feeling you get when you have too much to drink, Or when you sit on your leg too long. That undeniable numbness, That pain hiding away.
She falls to her knees, Begging him to need her. She slowly starts to die,
My Undying Angel
i sit in darkness, and close my eyes. trying to visualize my angel,
the only thought that comes to mind is the desire to see blind. everything i see shall always be with me.
I fear so many things, Even though I should fear only fear itself. I fear the stab of betrayal, Lost in the fear of loving again.
Her Sinful Love
it's the love she needs, the love she relys on. her life is brigher, with the light it shines.
Someone whispers in your ear,
Telling you a secret.
Someone sings your name,
Or maybe even writes it.
How about when someone yells,
And blames you for everything.
All the pain, fighting, hatred.
What will you do then.
Go in your room and listen to the screaming?