Biography of Rebecca Paul
Rebecca Paul Poems
I’m anxious. Can’t think straight. Thoughts are scattered like Pieces of paper.
Thanks A Lot, Mom
Thanks a Lot, Mom Thanks a lot, Mom. Thanks for loving me to no end.
Slowly crawling out of this hole in the ground. Falling back to that place where I scream no sound. Drinking so that I can numb the pain. Laughing until I can’t remember my name.
I have no power here. No voice. No reason to continue fighting. I have very little memory, actually, of what it was like to care. I try to rejoice in my numbness: celebrate the dulled sounds, flat images, and jaded feelings. The expression I wear is emotionally ambiguous at best,
Pieces Of Me
I wish I could leave my skin For just one day. See if with me The hurt would stay.
THE blood is disgustingly pretty. it's the perfect down for my HIGH. they say cutting is your brain's "ALMOST suicide". but, really, it just MAKES my pain real. it's all
Bite your lip. Keep in the screams. Close your eyes. Live in your dreams.
Money (Reverse Poem)
Money makes the world go ‘round. When I see my future, all I can think is How far I'm going to go in life. It doesn't matter
Drinking To Forget
I wanted to drink until I forgot your scent lingering on my shirt when you would hug me. I wanted to drink until I forgot all your empty promises and bitter words.
Desperate I cling on. Hopeless, useless. I pray for you to save me. Please come save me.
It hurts so bad. It never stops. This pain in my head Making my heart drop.
The fire in their dance; So alive, so
Out Of Time
Anarchy. Total, complete chaos. Live in death. Die in combat.
I've lost all my inspiration. The mind I claim as my own is Shutting down. Slowly all of my creativity seems
Forever I Am
Words cannot describe my hatred for you.
The seething burn that runs through me.
I can hardly believe what you've done;
What you said I caused.
It was never my fault.
I didn't want it to happen.
Didn't think it would end up like this.
My tears for you mean nothing.
My hands reaching for you, ignored.