Biography of Angel Smith
Im just a regular girl from Florence Kentucky. I am 17, almost 18, i have black and red hair with black eyes but they change color when i get mad or upset. I love to draw or write poetry or to sing.
Angel Smith's Works:
None yet but if everything goes like i want it to i want to be a published writer when i get older. that or a graphic artist =3
Angel Smith Poems
Prison Of The Mind
Life is a prison, Oh God let me out. No one to listen, To hear when you shout.
Roses grow redder Her eyes violent blue As they tear apart the nothing That meant everything to you
Warped And Twisted
Harsh words & violent blows Hidden secrets nobody knows Eyes are open, hands are fisted Deep inside I'm warped & twisted
I'm swimming all alone in a pool of darkness and I feel like darkness is slowly pulling me under I yell for help but no one is there to hear it I begin to see the water at eye level
She is lonely Even though you can't tell She is reaching out For what, she doesn't know
Why Do I Feel This Way?
Why does the thought of death The feeling of ending this life The torture, the pain, the hurt The discomfort I cause,
Void, canceled, simply annulled. Endlessly aching, unconsoled. Life without you, cause without reason. Touch without sense, time without season.
Silence builds an awful wreckage of a girl It feeds on loneliness and creates a void Gray shadows haunt and torment and torture A teenager is stricken and destroyed
There is a great deal of depression that has overtaken my soul, It floods deep within, into every inch that makes me whole. I wonder and worry of thought throughout the day, What is to come, to my dismay.
Wrong With Me
Something must be wrong with me with all this hurt inside, always bursting with anger, and never any pride.
Down Once Again
I've been pushed down so many times I feel this time will be the last as I lay here fading my thoughts are invaded by memories of my past
I get a funny feeling, it comes from deep inside. I get all mad and angry, wanting to go and hide.
Listening to the love songs on the radio I stare at the little blade of cheap metal It can do so much damage My scars you can see
As i watch myself disappear slowly in the mirror i bleed from every orifice standing in the puddle of my own blood wandering why i stood in this life
I get a funny feeling,
it comes from deep inside.
I get all mad and angry,
wanting to go and hide.
My doctor calls it depression,
my dad says it's just me.
But the thoughts and feelings,
no one will ever be able to see.