17
5'3
blackish blue hair
lookin for single females 18 to 21
poetry
The Life Now Dead
The hint of silver,
The drop of sweat,
The drip of blood,
The loss of breath,
The gushing vein,
The blackened room,
The sorrow lingering,
The life now dead....
goodbye
by angel eyes
here i sit in my room
looking out my window
to see it raining...
in my hand i hold a gun
loaded with a bullet or two-
sorry to be leaving so soon
but this is the only way out of my misery
don't stop me- just walk away
for this world is not for me
don't be mad to see me leaving
just think of it... as a happy ending
now it is time to start bending my knees
but first i have to say,
"i love you," and even though i'm leaving
don't forget to see... that i was grieving
now i see the blackness and happiness... of my misery
Dying slowly
My pain is tattooed on my arms
for everyone to see
it is like your brand with which you mark me
see when I am not with you I am fine
but then you call and you steal all my happiness
I've tried tried to end it many times
but I can't seem to hurt you
like you do to me all the time
I've tried everything to get away from you
but you always seen to manipulate me to come back
You get mad at me when people tell you things about me
that are so far from the truth
and never believe me when I say it's not
but then people tell me things about you
things that everyone knows are true
you get mad at me
and yell and scream
what more do you want from me
Do you want everyone to see
all the control you have over me
they all see and know
but never say anything
when they realize what goes on
they just look at me weird
maybe if only someone would help me
I wouldn't be killing myself slowly
with you
Aftermath
dseperatly holding
something out of reach
trying hard to figure words
but theres no speech
confused- the room is spinning
falling on hands and knees
crying uncontrollably
from the inside it bleeds
blackness overwhelming
silence fills the air
lost forever
gone from eyes
a blank and vacent stare
Suicide Children
I want to meet those poor children
Who felt just like me at times.
I want to know if the pain still burns
And if they would read my rhymes.
I want to know if there was no choice...
If living felt like the way I feel.
I want to hear them tell me, "it's ok,"
That there is hope... still.
I want to see their pale faces,
I want to see their bloody wrists.
I want them to haunt me at night
And push me towards the light- with their fists.
I want to hear their stories.
I want them to make me cry...
And wonder how long do I have
'Til the day comes... when I die.
Suicide, Is It The Right Thing To Do?
I care for you and I'll miss you so much if you go.
There are others who care- many more than you know.
Do you need someone to hold you and show you love?
I need you to share life with - that's what I'm thinking of.
Is taking your life the right thing to do?
It will hurt those who care... if you only knew!!
What is worse- those who are not your friends may rejoice
And you will not be here to argue that you made the right choice.
Oh, can't you see...
That to hurt those who care
And to aid those who do not
Is the wrong thing to do!
If you take your life there will be some who will win.
Please, don't let them keep you in such a tailspin.
Pull out! Pull out! Grab hold of your life.
There is blue sky up ahead... don't end it with a knife.
If hurt and pain is all you see as you look ahead
I assure you things will get better... unless you are dead!
As you live and learn- things get better, they improve
(I know this is not something I can guarantee or prove.)
Please, stay awhile longer, work on your problems and grow
Stronger and stronger and each day you'll know
You have tackled this puzzle, this mystery called life
That is filled with happiness, pain, success and strife.
There will be a deep, deep hole in many people's lives, if you go
And Nothing, Nothing, Nothing we can do- except stare at your photos.
It will cause an ache in our hearts every day, for the rest of our lives
Please, I beseech you... I love you and need you- don't cause your demise
