poems! :p
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flounder101 Newbie
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What Do You See In Me?
What do you see in me?
Do you see a girl or a fiery light burning in me?
Do you see a girl in a corner or someone standing up for who she really is?
What do you see in me?
Do you see me as special or as someone scared to tell the world?
Do you see a girl doing whats right or a girl who goes into the world unprepared?
What do you see in me?
Do you see a girl in the dark or girl in the light?
Do you see a girl who cares or a girl that gives up who she really is?
What so you see in me?
Do you see me as a good friend or a bad enemy?
What do you see in me? -
flounder101 NewbieOk so i will start this is about bullying. Contains suicide.
At first it was just a joke.
Well thats what i thought
but day by day your words became harsher
Soon your voice was all i could hear.
You called me things i dare not mention
I built my walls higher - to escape you
I Isolated myself from the rest of the world.
But my struggles were all in vain.
You were patient
You took away a fragment of my hope each day,
a fragment of my courage
my strength
my dreams
You took it all away.
Chip by chip
brick by brick
You broke me
then you sat on the sidlines and watched me crumble.
What did i ever do to you?
What made you do this to me?
Perhaps it was a joke - at first maybe
but soon it spiraled out of hand
they offered me help
they tried to make it all beter
But i had no foundations to try again
i could not build another wall
Even if i did you'd just tear it down again
chip by chip
brick by brick
what did i ever do to you?
Why did you make me feel this way?
I couldnt take anymore
now its better
i have no purpose but i dont suffer by your words
so you broke me
broke me beyond repair
but you also freed me
you did not tie the rope around my kneck
you did not bring the knife down upon my wrists
that was all me
but you are the reasons i did those things
You killed me -
flounder101 NewbieOk so i will start this is about bullying. Contains suicide.
At first it was just a joke.
Well thats what i thought
but day by day your words became harsher
Soon your voice was all i could hear.
You called me things i dare not mention
I built my walls higher - to escape you
I Isolated myself from the rest of the world.
But my struggles were all in vain.
You were patient
You took away a fragment of my hope each day,
a fragment of my courage
my strength
my dreams
You took it all away.
Chip by chip
brick by brick
You broke me
then you sat on the sidlines and watched me crumble.
What did i ever do to you?
What made you do this to me?
Perhaps it was a joke - at first maybe
but soon it spiraled out of hand
they offered me help
they tried to make it all beter
But i had no foundations to try again
i could not build another wall
Even if i did you'd just tear it down again
chip by chip
brick by brick
what did i ever do to you?
Why did you make me feel this way?
I couldnt take anymore
now its better
i have no purpose but i dont suffer by your words
so you broke me
broke me beyond repair
but you also freed me
you did not tie the rope around my kneck
you did not bring the knife down upon my wrists
that was all me
but you are the reasons i did those things
You killed me -
That poem is sad but true. So many people go through things that other's don't realize.
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flounder101 NewbieYeah i think people should know more about what people do that have suffered from bullying. The poem i wrote is writen based on my friend that actualy commited suicide
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That's so sad.
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If my name was Cinderella
You could be the prince
I could wear my sparkling prom dress
We could fall in love the moment our eyes meet
If my name was Cinderella
If my name was Cinderella
We could have a song
And dance in the silver moonlight
You could hold me tight and spin me in the air
If my name was Cinderella
If my name was Cinderella
You could pick me up
In your gold and diamond carriage
You could be the hero of this fairytale
And I could be the one
If my name was Cinderella
But I cant breathe, whenever you're with me
Can you feel my heartbeat in my chest
It's getting faster every second
Time slows down, you are better than the best
But would you feel the same
If my name was Cinderella
I cant breathe
Because I'm not Cinderella
Until youre here with me
I'm not Cinderella
You touch my lips
I'm not Cinderella
Then you show me with a kiss
That I'm your Cinderella -
*Until you're here with me
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A depressed girl
In a dark room.
A room full of
Scissors
Knifes
And pencil sharpeners.
Mommy are you proud of me?
A depressed girl
With
A paint brush
And a canvas
With lots of red paint.
Mommy are you proud of me?
A depressed girl
With
A painted picture
Mixed with hatrid
loneliness
and tears
Mommy are you proud of me?
A depressed girl
With
More and more paint
And little spots
And numbness of the hand.
Mommy are you proud of me?
A depressed girl
With
A nice warm bed
Tears that are shed
And a heavy stone above her head.
Mommy are you proud of me? -
meerkat Novicewell i originally wrote this poem 2 years ago,but my friend emily posted it on the enternet so now its everywhere-__-
welcome to my generation
where the teens are high
and the children lie
where our youth want to die
and we love goodbyes
where the girls are 'fat'
the boys are thin
we blame it on others
and do nothing but sin
where bullies are glorified
and hell is personified
and those who hate it here
arent allowed to tell others their fears
so welcome to my generation
I hope you stay
or you could join me
and we'll both run away... -
meerkat Novicethat i still eat
doesnt mean im happy with my body
that i dont always have fresh cuts
doesnt mean ive stopped cutting
that i still laugh sometimes
doesnt mean i won from deppression
that you never see me cry
doesnt mean i never do
somedays are just better
but that doesnt mean i get better as well
cause darling life without you is comparative to a broken pencil
Dull,...>pointless -
Meerkat some of that poem descriibes me exactly.
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meerkat Noviceglad im not the only one
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Yeah same here
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