It’s the only thing that I’ve been waiting for and huggies ,
Even if he hates them ,i still love them moore , then 1 million bags off candy.
and it feels like have been ,
Trapped by pretty eyes and Messages ,
And the only thing that I’ve been waiting for,
is for you too , Hugg me and Never Lett go,
I hope it’s something worth the waiting
‘Cause it’s the only time that I will ever feel real
Thunder storms could never stop me
‘Cause there’s no one in the world like Jacob Holloway , ♥
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Music is what i use to get by
lets me sleep good at night
soft melody that raps around me when im tired
Closes my eyes and goes into my mind
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I have this friend,
she drives me round the bend,
although she’s amazing,
she likes ravin’,
she faces jealousy,
she doesn’t know how much she means to me,
but now shes gone,
and life goes on,
and I shead a tear,
whenever she’s near,
I can’t take it anymore,
Goodbye my friend,
forever more..
(for courtney)
by Emo Aimee
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The light slowly fading,
i saw that familiar puddle,
so dark and black,
i looked back to my wrists,
saw that smooth cut,
so fine under the blanket of blood.
i see this everyday,
each time looking so new,
i never seem to know why though,
that little trickle of blood,
letting it fall in that puddle,
turning so dark inside.
when i am done i clean the puddle,
the rag covered in red,
i grab my arm bands,
slip them over the fresh slashes,
pull my sleeves down around them,
throw the towel in the was and leave.
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It strolled down the hallways
It whisperd in my ear
Making my skin slither away
It said”Death is a coming”
It makes me do something
Quite fatal
I grab the rope
Tie a knot
Put my head through a loop
Life is all I hope
before I know it
I’m hanging their
I watch my body swinging in
the air
It made me do it
I hate It
Why
I know that I’m dead
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As i sit in silence and surronded by hate.
I could never hope to find you its always to late.
I fill the slick blade on my wrist and theres no other way.
i slice in and my pulse begans to fade.
everything is going away
eyes go black, heart is cold, blood runs black and i go.
dont worry it will be alright
with death in i slite my wirst now say goodnight.
By Blake Smith
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I slither to the bathroom
To breath
To live
To watch
my blood run down
my wrist
I take the blade
and slice open my skin
Just one moment of pain
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I cant breath
i cant live
i cant eat
without taking a blade
to my wrist
wear i watch the blood ooze out
i watch and watch until it stops
wishing to rip my life away
i used to be a crossed country runner
until the day my brother died
so i take the blade
and draw on my skin
painting my pale skin with blood
taking a sigh of relief when im done cutting
its addiction now
if i dont cut i feel like
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Nobody understands they don’t know what i feel i cut myself to relieve the pain on the inside but everybody thinks I do it to try to act all cool but I don’t care what people think or say at school they don’t live my life so they don’t understand the hurt I feel on the inside nobody seems to to understand my life is messed up nothing ever feels right. Nothing is ever good in my life. Everything is wrong nobody seems to understand that it hurts to realize that I don’t have a dad or mom. Everybody tells me to forget the past. To forget the friendships that never did last. I move from town to town trying to find a home but never do succeed. Every step that I take is more pain developing. I wish somebody would say they understand then again they couldn’t all my life revolves around death my life is like a dream a dream slowly becoming a nightmare which i wake from screaming. Nobody seems to understand that foster care is the worst place to be I get moved into a house full of strangers without any of my family. I sit there wondering why and the longer i sit there the harder i cry. I wish my brother was right here by my side as I cry my eyes out all damn night nobody gets that all I want is some one to hold my hand and look me in the eyes and tell they’ll be there right by my side starting right then and as all my wishes just fade away I take a blade and try to cut my life away and still nobody understands me all I want is for one day my life is not full of misery.
By Brea Wilson
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There were things you had wished for during moments in your life wishes like i wish my mom and dad were here by my side you wished for somebody to tell you that they were proud of you and that every thing was going to be alright there wasn’t going to be any more yelling every thing was suppose to be peaceful but that was just a fantasy in real life everything is going and you sit there screaming in your head for help but are to scared to say it out loud so instead you relive the pain by taking the blade and try to cut your life away there’s still a lot of pain inside your still in your stupid dam life your friends try to tell you that your doing some thing wrong so you tell them you don’t need any of their stupid sympathy you were tiered of bottling up all your feelings you may look normal on the outside but there was hurt on the inside looks don’t tell everything you looked happy but dam you were hurting all you wanted was for all the hurt to go away you don’t want any more pain can’t any body see this message of peer rage you told them you didn’t need any help that you could take care of your self the last time you cut yourself then you went through some trouble so you cut yourself again you told everybody that you didn’t care what they say you didn’t care that all your friends said you were putting your life through danger they told you the person you were becoming was a complete stranger you weren’t the person they met during the first days of school not the one who didn’t try to act all cool now as the memories start to come back you sit there watching as your blood and tears mix together you watch the blood flow down your hand outta your vain and with every drop of red blood you feel the pain slowly decreasing and you say to your self that you don’t care that people think that you don’t care that they thought being around you was troubling that they thought you were just a messed up teenager this is how you wanted your life nobody could have stopped you from living like that so as your blood drips off your fingertips you look at your cuts and think of how deep they must be you can’t stop the blood from rushing out and the pain decreasing and that’s all you need so as you sit there on your bedroom floor all dressed in black you look at your clothes and wonder how much blood you have lost and at last you take your last living breath and leave the world for eternity finally your heart stops pounding and your finally put out of your misery and your where you belong finally your put to rest.
By Brea Wilson
(this poem is dedicated to my sister Robbyn)
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