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Here but InvisibleInvisible
That's what I seem to be.
It seems no one knows I even exist.
I'm surprised some people even know my name.
All I hear is "Who's that?"
or "I didn't know she was here."
It seems no one knows I'm here.
It's not like they care.
Invisible
Thats what I am.
But, I'm here.
I've always been here.

My Scars from LifeI feel the scars
on my soul
will never fade away.
The cut are so deep
that they won't ever heal.
The wounds are from battle
with myself and others
And from carrying burdens
I was not meant to carry.
What has the world done to me?
Why has it scarred me this way?
More importantly,
What scars did you contribute?

SmileLike a bright ray of sunshine,
It's radiant.
Like a glowing fire,
It's warm.
Like laughter,
It makes me happy.
It's a smile.

Eraser ShavingsThere's so many eraser shavings-
so many tears-
on my page,
there are no words
that can describe
the agony-
no sentence-
no comparison-
there is only
pink eraser shavings
for my pain.

A Letter to YouI hate this confusion,
And I can't figure it out
Figure out why I can't pull myself out of this rut

I want to say it is all your fault,
But yet I want to say it's mine,
And I just don't know,
And I hate it so much
It fills me with this outraged anger
The kind that tempts you to put your fist through a wall

I feel like because of you I can never like or love another
Or however you want to put it,
But I don't have that desire to be you
Because of all I went through with you,
And it just seemed like I never had a chance to begin with

You raised me up and basically told me that I did have a chance,
And then you dropped me and that

Drip. Drip. Drip.DRIP. DRIP. DRIP.

I lean back into the white bathtub with a content sigh. The bath is filled halfway, covering the majority of my body. The rush of adrenaline that comes with the sense of control and power, that comes whenever I grab hold of my razor and cut myself, appears, but it is slightly different, stronger than before. Nonetheless of its differences, I like it.

DRIP. DRIP. DRIP.

The sound of my blood hitting the bath water leaves me strangely satisfied, and it makes a both haunting and thrilling melody to my sick ears. 'Why haven't I cut this deep before?' I think to myself. The water in the tub is quickly turning red.

DRIP. DRIP.

LivingIt began in middle school,
those years-
where you really don't know what to expect.
Seventh grade,
I walk into class-
I see these boys-
and my life was never the same.
There were four of them-
and one of me-
I hadn't said a word to any of them
yet they quickly found delight in
getting under my skin.
Nothing was good enough for them,
every single little hair and fleck of flesh
they criticised,
they hated-
"You're ugly!"
"You're fat!"
"You're stupid!"
"Shut up, no one cares about you!"
they said worse things too-
Every day I faced their insults
and I found myself crying-

Eighth grade,
I walk into class-
I see-
the sam

Flamingo with a limp Leg

Oh my dearly beloved, why you turned away and ran,
why conceal tears while I stood to wipe them away?
Why fall over while I was to clench you in my embrace?
Why live in lies while I shall show you the truth?
Oh dearly beloved I confess with not a shred,
not an ounce of hesitance lingering in this aching soul.
I believe in what I say and so I shall pronounce it again.
I wish to be together alongside you but force you I cannot.
Just elucidate why your vista glimmers not upon me
and I shall turn away and never face the meadows,
never enter the temples, never ride through the wide plains.
I shall then beseech the sea which empathize

Hidden SorrowHidden in the night
Is a girl with broken heart
With tears streaming down her face
And not making a sound
Her breath is ragged
And her thoughts are numb
As she tries to drive the insanity
Out of her head
One by one her tear drops fall
Softly on her pillow
And the girl hopes that when dreams
Sweep her away
That they will save her from this sorrow

I want To DieI want out,
Of this crazy world,
I want out now,
I want someone to take me out,
But no one will,
If I have to take my life I will,
but what the use,
I’m so sad,
Someone should want me dead,
And not just me.

ErasedWhat would you be if you erased your sorrow?
What would you be if you erased your pain and hurt?
What would you be if you erased your embarrassment?
What would you be if you took it all away,
All the negative things in your life?
What would be left without those things?
Would that leave you pure as a child?
As weak and defenseless as a child?
Now,
What would you be if you erased your happiness?
What would you be if you erased your joy and pleasure?
What would you be if you erased your pride and confidence?
What would you be if you took it all away,
All the positive things in your life?
What would be left without those things?
W

i will be thereyou feel like dying
i will be there
if you need some to listen
i will be ears
if you need some one to pick you up
i will be the one to pick you up
if you want the world to end cuz you feel like going hell
i will be the one who cares and helps you at your worst
if you feel like you have lost all hope and faith
i will give you hope and faith
if you dont see the light at the end of the tunnel
i will light it up for you
if you need an angel
i will be your angel
if you need some one
i will be the one who cares and will be there for all of your life

WaitIt takes two to make it fall
And only one to end it all

It only takes one to cry
And one to give them a reason why

It takes a while to understand
That crying and dying go hand in hand

But they are two different things
One is pain and one is healing

The darkness of a single tear
Is always brought down crystal clear

And the shinning light of death
Can't be described in a single breath

The pride in love and the love in hate
Is just enough to make me wait

All alone and out of the light
Untill I can see hope in the night

Nothing Like That MomentWhen with one hand
We hold each other's head
And with the other
We pull each other close
When our soft lips lock
Under passionately closed eyes
We embrace

It's that moment
That the world doesn't matter
Our worries, nonexistent
And all there is
is each other.

My Soul's ApologyIn the day,
I hear you screaming;
In the night,
I hear you crying-
At morning
I hear you mumbling,
And at dusk
I hear you sighing.
Do not go away
From my frightened gaze;
Do not leave me here
Wondering where you are.
My afflicted soul
And broken heart
Are no match
For pleading eyes
And quivering lips;
I cannot pretend
To even begin
Understanding
This dark place
In which you live.
I cannot be dragged down,
For I fear I will never
Be lifted up-
I have seen death
In your crystal eyes;
I have felt hell
In the tremor
Of your quaking bones,
Known agony
In but a simple stare-
I fear my heart
Cannot travel so far
As the depths
Of your own
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A Guardian

by ~messie2624, Nov 6, 2012, 7:12:56 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

I need a sign
something, anything
to let me know
your here with me.
That you won't leave
when times get tough,
That you'll stay with me.
I'll need a shoulder to lean on
when the world is crumbling around me.
Promise you'll stay.
I'll need some form of hope.

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Inspired by the song Calling All Angels. Dedicated to the victims of Hurricane Sandy. Hope you like it.

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~quitfeedingurdragons Nov 6, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

"guardian"?

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~messie2624 Nov 7, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Someone to watch over or help you.

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~quitfeedingurdragons Nov 7, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

no I knw XD
but u spelled it wrong is all O_O

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~messie2624 Nov 7, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Yeah, I see it now. I was never that good at spelling.

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~quitfeedingurdragons Nov 7, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

it's ok XD
im sure lots of people are bad at spelling too!
like me...i always mess up with spelling cuz I'm an avid texter -_-

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~messie2624 Nov 7, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I'm not alone! Yea!

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~quitfeedingurdragons Nov 7, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

YEAAA! IM NOT AN INDIVIDUAL! jk jk ;D

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~messie2624 Nov 7, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

XD

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~ultimaterave Nov 6, 2012 Hobbyist

yep

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