It's just me in the halls walking with an empty feeling,
all of this silence is something I find appealing
but this loneliness is a feeling I dread,
I'd rather be alone at home instead
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I hate that I have to wait for you
All though it makes me want to kill you more…
It kind of makes me wonder,
What am I waiting for?
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Every once in a while
My brothers would turn around.
And seeing me awake,
Would reach out their hand for me to take.
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When I "Use To" Sing, I showed Passion.
When I "Use To" Sing, I showed Happiness.
When I "Use To" Sing, I showed Joy.
When I "Use To" Sing, I showed Love.
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My mom called me a.....Disgrace
No. That's not how I want my poem to start off
Lets try this,
One night I was talking to my family
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Why did you go?
You said we'd always be together.
You stabbed me in the back you chose her.
HER? !
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I always wondered what is it like to die
I should know....
As many times I tried to kill myself
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If love were like water,
I would wash away all your sorrows.
If love were like stone,
I would be your strength.
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Alone
It's just me in the halls walking with an empty feeling,
all of this silence is something I find appealing
but this loneliness is a feeling I dread,
I'd rather be alone at home instead
I feel alienated in this cold, horrible place,
with a hood over my head and a depressed look on my face
if I'm not hearing silence then it's the music I'm listening to,
it's an escape, something that I've gotten used to
I place myself in my mind and see a world that doesn't exist,
I'm a hunter, being chased by demons that attacked my wrist
I'm a project, being tested by cruel soldiers to complete my plan,
to rid the world of them for creating a madman
This is just an escape, from the real terror of my life,
It's better to fantasize than to be cut by a real blade or a rusted knife
I imagine myself trapped within one of my many twisted dreams,
the world overrun by demons with chaotic screams
I walk silently alone through the school halls,
in reality, it's nice and empty, in my head, the paper is peeling off the walls
it's a dark place I use to escape the horror of reality,
but it doesn't mean that I am set free
Even my own mind frightens me when I think to myself
the images created from fear and hatred, to torment me
it's like I'm creating a hell inside my head,
with the voices all telling me I'm better off dead
I'm going insane; slowly losing my mind,
happiness is something that is impossible to find
depression and darkness, things I did not intend
I regret to admit that this is the end