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The Girl Who Lives in Pain

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The hurt seeps through the crack in my heart.
I don’t know who I really am.
If I tell someone, i wouldn’t know where to start,
Because i don’t think i really can.

The gossip, the drama, the tragedies, the lies,
Picking the wrong people sure was a bad mistake.
What do you see when you look deep down into this girl’s sad eyes?
You should see a girl that doesn’t know how much
she can take.

This is a cry for help,
A plea for support.
This pain just hurts, i want to yelp.
What do i do? Abort?

The hurt just takes over my body,
Like drugs injected into my veins.
I don’t want to be seen by everybody,
As the girl who lives in pain.

This poem was written/submitted by Cassie New.

It’s Funny But Sad

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It’s funny how hello is always accompanied with goodbye
It’s funny how good memories can start to make you cry

It’s funny how forever never seems to really last
It’s funny how much you’d loose if you forgot about your past

It’s funny how friends can just leave you when you’re down
It’s funny how when you need someone they’re never around

It’s funny how people can change and think they’re so much better
It’s funny how many lies can be packed in one ”love letter”

It’s funny how people can forgive even though they can’t forget
It’s funny how one night can contain so much regret

It’s funny how ironic life turns out to be,
But the funniest part,
Is that none of it is funny…
To me.

This poem was written/submitted by Beau Warner.

Faith-stitched Heart

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Dark cloud filled with tears
Waiting to cry over the earth
Cold chills of wind blow a faint fear
Watching, waiting, praying not to feel hurt
Silent tears drip down
Silver untouched before they hit the ground

Here comes the rain
Silently I listen to that soft beat it plays
Music that soothes the pain
Whispering to me “Hush, you’ll be okay”

Forgetting the pain
Courage is born
Needles of faith sow together what was torn
Pulling myself together
I know I’ll win this fight
Hugging past memories away
As I kiss my faith stitched heart goodnight

This poem was written/submitted by Chrissy.

My past

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These four walls hold me in,
sending my brain on a spazztastic whim.
Sometimes the pain never seems to end,
so i bring on the blade,
sometimes my only friend.
I hate the people who love me most,
I feel haunted by the lies,
my own personal ghost.
Stupidity sticks to me like glue,
no one can help me,
not my friends, not you.

This poem was written/submitted by @l3x@.


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I was lying in bed and all of a sudden,
i woke to an ear splitting alarm,
before i could move,
my room was in flames,
and within seconds my bed,
and even before i could scream me.
i burned into ashes on my bed.

This poem was written/submitted by karly.

Faded Memories

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Why did you have me, if you were not gonna take care of me?
In and out my life my whole life, leaving
your kids choosing your wife.
It really hurts to know your not here.
My own dad to know you don’t care.
I love you dad, I really do, but worrying if I’m gonna see you I think I’m through.
Do you know what that does to a child.
No love from her dad drive a kid wild.
But i did alright for myself dad.
Don’t worry I aint that mad.
I wish you were here don’t get me wrong.
But when you were here you weren’t here that long.
I don’t know what to do or even what to say.
You not in my life I think its better that way.
You never made new memories for me , but what can i say.
All the old memories are fading, fading away!!

This poem was written/submitted by Emily Farinha.


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I feel the pain as fresh as can be
As the sword is drawn from within me
My heart bleeds and I cease to breath
Feeling as cold as ice it seems, I lay in the dark of night
Casting my eyes to the endless sky of light
Hours gone by, and NO one hears my cry
Wishing I can turn to arms open wide
Reminiscing on the past
I remember all and what was lost
Opening my mouth but the words just won’t come out
Calling to be saved, it must be a dream I face
Not realizing I stand at the edge as I watch
my corpse being laid to rest
Is this the end? As night turns to light?
Who am I to change what must be right?
I go to a better place I hope with all my might!

This poem was written/submitted by Stacy Ann Charlie.

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