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Sticks and StonesThere was a boy, not unlike me,
Who had depression, and OCD.
He went to school, and every day,
Had dreams of fun and games to play.
But every day, and every week,
Kids would laugh, and call him weak.
They beat him up and called him names,
And laughed as if it were a game.
At last the day came to an end,
But he still didn't have a single friend.
He was alone, afraid and scared,
Left thinking that nobody cared,
That no one loved or wanted him,
That in the game of life, he could never win.
So he grabbed a knife, and with the blade,
A small yet painful cut was made.
And yet still they joked and teased,
And laughed about the way he wheezed,
They thought his heart was just a toy,
And they forgot he was a boy.
He had become a mere joke,
And started to run out of hope,
He saw his life as a closed door,
So he took his blade and sliced once more.
And even then they carried on,
And said that they wished he were gone,
He was left with nothing, and even less,
His whole life was just a mess,
So he g
Painted FakePainted Fake
She's a painted fake,
but nobody knows it.
She puts on a show;
nothing more than a skit.
She hides behind
a smiling veil,
not letting anyone see
that she is quite frail.
Words of others
burn deep in her mind
and cause her to play
a part that won't shine.
She picks her role
and plays it well.
People think she's fine,
but that's only a spell.
Rarely letting anyone in,
keeping hidden her heart,
no one knows
that she's falling apart.
And she won't tell
a single soul
of the pain she feels
that's turned her cold.
For she's a painted fake
and no one can see
that this painted fake
is really just me.
Hope and warmthClouds seem grey,
your life is to pay.
You look up at a star,
but it's seems so very far.
you need a small hug,
but people are worse than a bug,
and no one will lend a hand,
and help you learn once more to stand.
I'm here to tell you now,
and to answer every how.
In every tree and flower,
there is something with power.
It will be a source of hope,
And will be your climbing rope.
Just close you wonderful eyes,
and hope will arise.
Not every thing is clear,
But love is very near.
A hug is all you need,
And now I want to let you be freed.
I'll hold you as a friend,
until the very end,
and be you sturdy wall,
to hold you when you fall.
Just hold on a little more,
I know your heart is sore.
trust me when I say,
there will be a much brighter day.
Two WeeksEveryday I weep for you.
My heart aches more and more.
I just cannot comprehend
A life without your core.
Everyday I fall apart
And they all watch me die.
They don't care for me like you;
Don't care if I can fly.
Everyday I see them hug
And remember those times.
It makes me shatter like glass.
I fall when they all climb.
Everyday I tell myself
That it will be okay,
But nothing is looking up--
Especially not this day.
I know you won't take me back
And I still don't blame you.
I am just a silhouette
Who happens to love you.
I Can Write.I could write a sad poem
And try to explain
How my head is a nightmare
That won't go away
I could leave them all speechless
With how I've been hurt
But that's a poor use
A poor excuse for my words
I could write something angry
And give it a twist
Talk about the emotions
That I'll never miss
Explain how I'm sick
Of feeling this way
But how can I,
On such a beautiful day?
I could write something happy
About music and trees
Sing something pretty
For the birds and the bees
See, I'm so gosh danged tired
I could use all that cheer
But it'll have to wait
Because you're not here.
I could write a love poem
About you and I
How we rose and fell
In our attempts to fly
I could scream to you
Let's not, though we should.
But I don't think
That'd do any good.
Oh how she tries
to be perfect
once in a while.
She wants to be
cared for and good enough
for those who see
that she really
isn't all that tough.
So she strives for
perfection and beauty,
but her hope is no more
and she can't help but feel
like the world is her enemy.
Perfection is far
from her reach.
Falling under the bar
is where her beauty lands
after try each.
Bleeding RosesBleeding Roses
My life line is like a huge flash,
A flash passing me by,
I am one who is poor with barely any cash,
I always give a fake smile to my friends after a lie.
Day after day,
I always act as if everything's okay,
Everything is not okay,
Why do I always feel hate and hated?
Do I have to bleed to satisfy everyone?
Do I have to cry for others to be happy?
One suffers everytime I want fun,
People always seem to decieve right under me.
I see all kinds of beauty,
I have much compassion,
My heart is the one thing no one sees,
I never want to follow the slavery fashion.
Is this my life?
A rose that bleeds?
People around me sliver their skin,
All the while I bleed with them.
Does my enemies love roses?
Does my friends love roses too?
I am blind to whom is my friend,
And whom is my enemy......
I suffer day in and day out,
No one seems to understand,
How much I have to carry on my shoulders,
I am just another grain tossed in sand.
My family is b
What happend to your will?What happened to your will?
To fight against it must be mad?
But our emotions can make us glad.
It feels good just for that moment.
But the aftermath has left us broken.
Why do we follow this master?
Is it cause it gets us to our road faster?
To go against it is a struggle indeed...
Just to follow our own creed.
It not our fault...
Our will was not strong enough.
Then whose fault is it?
Or are we not made of finer stuff?
Fox and WolfA lonely wolf was lost one day
He had no one with whom to play
He happened upon a small box
Inside he saw a cute fox
They became friends very fast
Friendship which would always last
Sadness for the wolf she did mend
Sadly happiness would end
One day wolf was chasing birds
Something strange then he had heard
Fox had found herself a friend
Was this really now the end
Tail tucked down he did leave
Alone again wolf did grieve
To sad to walk to sad to eat
Wolf had accepted his defeat
Alone in his cave for many days
Wolf just sat... wolf just stays
One morn he heard something anew
It was a fox, not one he knew
It was his old friends new mate
Good news he had to relate
While Fox was now with him true
She did say she missed wolf too
After a while wolf did stand
A proud wolf again a true man
He went to see his old friend
Tear of joy shed in the end
She was glad he was back
The three had formed a new pack
But the time was getting late
Wolf also need to find a mate
One day he found such a girl
EngelEs ist so hart zu wissen,
dass ich kein Dämon oder Engel bin.
Der jeden Tag und jede Nacht,
jede Sekunde deines Lebens
bei dir sein kann, um auf Dich aufzupassen.
Um darauf zu achten, dass dir nichts passiert.
Du dir keine Gedanken machst.
Wie gerne wäre ich ein Engel mit großen Flügeln,
der vor deinem Fenster schwebt und dich
vor allem beschützt, dass dir etwas tun will.
Wie gern wäre ich dein Dämon schwebend
in deinem Zimmer.
Du siehst mich nicht,
doch ich bin da um die Gedanken fernzuhalten,
die dich so traurig machen.
Zu gern wäre ich der Engel mit schwarzen Flügeln,
der am Tage über dir fliegt um dir Schatten zu schenken,
wenn dir die Sonne in den Augen brennt.
Zu gern wäre ich ein Dämon,
der sich Nachts in eine Flamme verwandelt,
wenn du dich Nachts allein in einer dunklen Gasse wieder findest.
Um dir Kraft zu geben und zu zeigen das du niemals
Nur zu gern würde ich dir zeigen, wie das
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