Ashley Seymour Poems
|2.||A Mommy No More||1/28/2008|
|3.||Big Girls Cry Too: A Short Story||1/28/2008|
|4.||What I Thought I'D Never Miss: A Reflection||1/28/2008|
|5.||Who Am I?||3/16/2008|
|6.||Somewhere Among The Stars||5/5/2008|
|7.||F A T||8/27/2008|
|12.||Two Sides Of Suicide: A True Acount||1/28/2008|
|14.||Happy Birthday: A Letter||3/17/2008|
|15.||Behind The Smile||10/8/2010|
|16.||Pain Is Beautiful||1/4/2009|
|18.||A Perfect World||1/7/2009|
|19.||Cutting To Cope||8/13/2008|
Comments about Ashley Seymour
I hate myself, I want to bleed,
I cry at night, longing to be freed.
I think of death, there’s so much pain,
I’m losing myself, I’m going insane.
I cut myself, because I binged and purged,
I do it every day, whenever I get the urge.
I feel so ugly, and so fat,
Life seems pointless, from where I’m at.
I’m sick of living with all this crap, I feel like I’m suffocating, stuck in a trap.
Where no one can hear my painful screams, they don’t know about my horrible dreams.
I feel like a cow, god I need help, I know that now.
I know you ...
Note: I am not the author of this poem and the author is unknown. If you know who wrote this, please let me know so that I can give proper credit.
So you think you're at the edge,
and the only way is down
Back is not an option, you're too proud to turn around
But proud of what? Of your failures? Of your anger? Of your scars?
Forget who you once were, you've forgotten who you are!
- there's nothing left. Your so-called pride is dead.