was life ever meant to be?
get a knife and you will see
slice your wrists and enjoy the pain
as blood drips slowly leaving stain.
...
when im with you
eternity is a step away
my love continues to grow
with each passing day
...
A mother's anguish was kept
So her children would not see her wept
Grasped the burden that her family has
Took all the ache and hardships they have
...
A Guardian Angel
Flew down from above,
To teach me a lesson
About the powers of love.
...
You were six months old and full of fun.
With a blink of my eye, you suddenly were one.
There were so many things we were going to do,
But I turned my head and you turned two.
...
a crazy beginning i cant explain
the sorrow and torture and shame
of the life and death we all will go through
when our souls are due
...
I love the way you look at me,
Your eyes so bright and blue.
I love the way you kiss me,
Your lips so soft and smooth.
...
Im slowly dying
from the pain
from the poison you have givin me running threw my vain
im holdin on to life
...
You Are…
You are the life inside me
You are the one who never lied to me.
You are the one who showed me the right
...
i am 16 going on 17 and i discovered my poetry when i was 11. i love volleyball and other sports. im about 5ft and 4in tall. i have reddish brown eyes. short lack hair. and i have lots of fun. i enjoy poems that other people have written and well when i was 13 i started cutting myself because i couldnt stand the stress im going through.. theres really nothing for me to say.. im emo from the inside, out..)
Suicide
was life ever meant to be?
get a knife and you will see
slice your wrists and enjoy the pain
as blood drips slowly leaving stain.
covering your scars up with your sleeve
thinking of your families griefs.
hoping and praying that you will change
as blood drip slowly as your start to feel strange
slowly dying and cant do nothing
leave the world as your own
never seeing the king jesus at his thrown
your start to think and being to panic
and start to panic even more.
what would my parents do if they knew.
that i cut my self a week or even two.
slowly dying but trying to stay awake.
taking deeper breaths trying to hold onto your life
asking your self why the knife.
die die your tell youself
start to cry and asking why
was life it or was it a fake
would die for the love ones at your stake?
at the funeral at school bathroom or bedroom.
think think think some more.
as your fell the sore
die slowly now closing eyes.
as your parents walkin and and start to scream
as tears at the funeral start to stream. think about it first then what ever else.
god is with you
you say to yourself...