Funny Poems

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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When you feel the stress you reach for the piece of steel you have made your friend believing it is
Going to be there at the end and when you carve your flesh just so that when the blood runs you
Gain your inner peace but soon afterwards you find your mind being taken by the darkness you just
Cut from your skin then you reach for the piece of steel that seemed to understand more than
Anything or anyone ever could because it never hurt you unless you forced it because it never
Shunned you for your mistakes neither did it make you feel guilty it never left you out on your own
It always made you feel better without wanting anything in return you always wanted to learn how
Not to burn in this world but you were only taught to turn away from the world because it never
Showed mercy or courtesy to you as you drag your tortured soul through each day without any
Goal at all you seem to just drift by and every time you cry deep inside a part of you dies and you
Feel somewhat less real then you suffer the ultimate torture you don’t know who you are anymore
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I’ll draw you a picture,
A picture with a twist,
I’ll draw it with a razor blade,
i’ll draw it on my wrist….

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The bleeding wont stop,
I cut too deep,
My hand is numb,
I’m falling asleep.

The pain is great,
I still can’t believe,
When i needed you most,
You decided to leave.

My face is wet,
Why am i crying,
You’re making her laugh,
While I’m here dying.

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