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People Change
sometimes people change.
for some,
its for the better.
for some,
its for the worse.
sometimes people drift.
some,
you will miss.
some,
you will wish never to see again.
when people change,
they don't care anymore.
they forget you.
they don't care
that you care.
just can't see to agree,
arguing all the time.
looking back,
just wishing things didn't change.
but you always miss
how it used to be.
Again
she's so beautiful,
so perfect,
but she hides it all,
inside there is pain,
pain that noone can see,
but her.
her pain drives her
like a car
to take the metal
and see the pretty scarlet
flow down her arm
like the tears
that run down her soft cheeks.
no, not to die,
to represent the emotions
digging at her inside.
she feels so numb.
she can't express it,
only by pain.
she longs to hurt
again.
Not One Knows
not one knows...
how it really is,
how it gets to her,
how it builds up.
now one knows...
of all the pain,
of all the worries,
of all her shame.
not one knows...
the smile is a front,
the smile is a fake,
it should be a frown.
not one knows...
she wants to feel,
she wants no numb,
she wants the hurt.
not one knows...
how she hates,
how she judges,
how she thinks.
not one knows...
she feels they're all looking,
she feels they all talk,
she feels they all hate.
not one knows...
how she longs,
how she wants it easy,
how she wants to go back.
not one knows...
how she misses,
how she regrets,
how she forgets.
not one knows...
of how she hurts.
I Wish
i wish i was pretty.
some say it's true,
i just don't see it.
i wish i was pretty.
i wish i was loved,
that they all liked me
for who i am.
i long for acception.
i wish i was loved.
i wish i was skinny,
and thin and perfect.
some lie to my face
and tell me i am.
i wish i was skinny.
i wish i could feel
and that i wasn't numb.
i want to be able to decide
and get angry
or sad.
i wish i could feel.
i wish i wasn't me
or that life was easy
like the innocence of childhood.
i wish i wasn't me.
Cry
they all began to yell.
she ran to her room.
boom.
she slammed the white door.
she gently slid
down the back of the door.
she sat on the floor
and cried.
somehow,
finally,
she could let out all her pain.
crunched up,
she felt the door try to open.
it was an intruder,
her mother.
so she yelled of her own time.
she put her head between her knees.
she let it all go again.
the tears ran down
in torrents, like rain.
but she didn't care,
it felt so genuine
to her feelings
which she keeps hidden
behind a smile.
nobody knows how hard it is.
nobody knows she's fake.
Alone & Sad
sitting on the
hardwood, cold floor,
leaning against the
cool, white door,
letting out all the pain
in torrents of tears,
trying to feel
what has hurt all the years,
hanging head between
the knees,
eyes closed,
pours out in oceans and seas,
being alone,
away from the distress
of everyday life,
making it hurt less,
crying quietly,
but soft and calm,
thinking of things
that should be thought of seldom,
rocking back and forth,
remembering the misery,
and all the grief that's thought about,
wishing not to worry,
recalling all the people
and their hate and lies,
bringing even more hurt
and more tears to her eyes...
alone and sad she cries.
if anyone actually read all my poems, tell me what one you like the best.
oh and p.s. cry & alone and sad were written at the same time, thats why they're really similar.