She's left all alone,
lost in the dark,
noone can help her,
she's falling apart.
...
Love is the slowest form of sucide,
that I know,
love is the pain,
that will never go.
...
It started with 'I love you, '
he would always say it to me,
and I would say it back,
I was so happy!
...
If only for a moment,
I could feel your touch,
if only for a moment,
I could have your love.
...
I want this baby,
oh so deeply,
but how can I take care of her,
how can I keep it?
...
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you love me?
Is it because I'm getting fat?
Is it because you think I'm ugly?
...
I know a child,
11 years old, and slices her wrists,
I know a child,
whose name is Elizabeth.
...
Why would you give me up?
What had I done to you?
I was just a small child,
what's your excuse?
...
She wakes up in the morning,
tries to get ready,
spends ages gettin dolled up,
but still isn't pretty.
...
Do you believe in,
love at first sight?
Do you believe,
dark things roam in the night?
...
I hear angles,
calling my name,
they're saying something,
that instantly puts me to shame.
...
You got me,
on my hands and knees,
you got me begging,
please... No please! ?
...
The scars remind me,
that the past is real,
the scars remind me,
to have no fear.
...
I knew a kid from foster care,
whose name was Tyler,
he had lots of troubles,
he became a fighter.
...
I'm tired of hiding in the shadows,
hiding myself away,
I'm tired of living in fear,
that you will go astray.
...
I remember, when he was drunk,
he would hold me down,
he would go inside of me,
and warn me not to tell.
...
I've grown up in Detroit, Michigan since I was 4 years old. I am a foster child, and I was sexually abused in my first foster home. I have one real sister that I know of... I don't know her on a personal level, but I know that her name is Mykia. My foster mother's name is Sandy, my father is Joe, and my foster brothers names are: Tyler, Mich, Austin, Stephen, Charley, and Devin. My sisters are: Tiffy, Madison, Brittany, Erika, Shelby, Katrina, and Haley. they are auzzom! I am about to give birth to a baby girl, in about 2 months, but sadly will be raising her alone. I spend alot of my time writing poetry, and drawing, but enjoy crafts, and riding horses. I plan on going to college to be a writer, and moving to Mssouri... hopefully it all works out... talk l8r... with love, Sami Lynn)
Lost
She's left all alone,
lost in the dark,
noone can help her,
she's falling apart.
Lost is her voice,
she cannot sing,
lost is her sight,
she cannot see.
Lost is the fire,
in her eyes,
lost is her conscience,
that made her do right.
Lost is her soul,
that controlled her life,
lost is her heart,
and her beautiful life.
Lost is everything,
that made her up,
lost is everything,
even her cuts.
hey girl, chelsea here... I miss you lotz, and LOVE your poems luv ya sis... chelsea