Sad Poems, Poetry - Page 27
Because of you I’m sad.
Because of you I’m strong.
Because of I feel like there is no where, where I truly belong.
You did this to me then and it still haunts me now
Everyday I wake up and remember every foul.
These thoughts will always stay; never will they go.
I will live on, but my self I will not show.
This poem was written/submitted by Emily Thomas.
My poor little sister, All little in pain
Please don’t let go, Hang on tight
Don’t worry, I’m here, No need to
be afraid, You’re safe in my arms,
No need for goodbyes, Just hang on tight
My sweet little sister
This poem was written/submitted by Melody Marie.
I feel alone in this world, no one understands me,
I’m on the edge, I’m about to jump, can’t anyone see?
I’m invisible to this world, and everyone in it,
All I am is a tiny little speck on a big huge planet,
My only friend in this world is the darkness of night,
It’s only here for awhile, but it makes things alright,
My friends and my family have all gone away,
They pretended to help, but they wouldn’t stay,
They said that they’d help me, they said that they’d be there,
But in the end, when I really needed them, they didn’t care,
They told me they’ve tried, but they’ve given up on me now,
They left me alone to figure life out some how,
I don’t trust my self to do what is right,
But then comes darkness again, everything will be alright,
Darkness is not happy, but it’s better than light,
It shows me the truth of my everyday life,
It asks me the question of why I’m still here,
But deep in my heart, the answers not clear,
Why am I still here, when my life is nothing but pain,
The darkness, it tells me, I have nothing to gain,
I don’t know when, but the day will come,
When I leave, and say, goodbye to everyone,
The day will be sad, but it wont last long,
People will go on living as if nothing was wrong,
But nothing was wrong, because i was never really there,
Same as before, all I’ll be is a whisper in the air.
This poem was written/submitted by Alicia Garcia.
Emotions high, the mind of a jetsetter,
I close my eyes and allow myself be lost in my agonizing thoughts.
I am taken to a place where my fallacious nightmares are in fact my reality.
A place where my suffering and affliction are so raw, so fresh they cease to fade away.
A deep breath takes me to a place of tranquility and harmony.
For just a split second I am freed from these dreary memories.
For just a split second my heart is no longer suffocated by these weakening facts.
For just a split second my mind is no longer clouded with these painful repetitive images. Slowly losing the control I have to stay in this bliss I desperately crave,
I am cast back into the inferno I briefly escaped.
What has become of me? I am lost, just lost.
Like a roaming spirit waiting to move on.
I am trapped in my own personal purgatory.
No one can save me.
Not even you.
I no longer have an identity, no beaming life.
I wait, wait anxiously to escape again for just a second.
I eagerly wait for someone to put out my unstable burning flame like the flickering light that I am.
This poem was written/submitted by Julia Mills.
Pain begins to grow inside,
my already broken heart.
Salty tears can no longer hide,
as my insides rip apart.
My heart pounds madly in my chest,
tears still sting my eyes.
My mind seems it will never rest,
I doubt it even tries.
I watch the blade glint in the light,
and my terror goes away.
My mind desperately tries to fight,
but the urge is here to stay.
I long to see my blood flow,
as the razor slices skin.
I’d like to watch all this pain go,
and see my troubles end.
My heart beats even faster now,
as the cold blade touches skin.
I cannot even picture how,
my life came to an end.
Yet my choice is already made,
as my blood begins to spill.
I close my eyes and drag the blade,
it seems against my will.
I smile and lay back on the bed,
and very deeply sigh.
And every thought entered clears my head,
as I whisper my last goodbye.
This poem was written/submitted by tears of blood.
I need him like…
the homeless needs a shelter.
I’m feeling him…like
He’s under my skin.
I cherish him like…
I’m so sentimental.
I cry over him like…
he is that important.
I fend for him like…
like he is my responsibility.
This whole poem…is “I”
Pondering at the simple fact like..
what does he do?
That question goes unanswered like…
it’s pleading the 5th.
only if this wasn’t just a poem…
the confirmed fact is that this is a true situation.
so congrats…because i just stated my emancipation
This poem was written/submitted by Sheron J..
I am tired and weak, crippled and mourned
I can not take the pressure upon me much more
My body is alive but my heart is torn
It lives as a half without a part of its own
The exhaustion of the pain that can no longer be cured
Causes It to grieve for attention that is never to be heard.
The beats and the thumps of the groaning sounds is the only possible way for the half to be found.
Broken, shattered into thousands of pieces
Damaged the situation but excited the deceives
In a family of five they never took the time
To realize what was happening to the poor girl inside.
Behind her innocent eyes that were filled with only lies
Was a key that unlocked the mystery guide
The key lead to a place that had never been discovered
Just like herself when she heard a thump that relieved not only her, but also one other.
This poem was written/submitted by Chelsea.