Don’t you see me Don’t you see my pain Can’t you help me Are you to good to help a person Or are you to full of yourself Please reach out your hand and pull me Out….. Out of my pool of darkness.
Author: sweetdreams21
I have been writting for a while and I thought I should finally start to post them. i'm 16 without a job or boyfriend.
Different Girl…
Silence builds an awful wreckage of a girl It feeds on loneliness and creates a void Gray shadows haunt and torment and torture A girl is stricken and destroyed. There is no sound of laughter or happiness here She has throwen in the towel today To her it is helpless, hopeless, and futile to hope,… Continue reading Different Girl…
Dreams…
Trapped inside my own head With nothing but my dreams to comfort me I know the pain of the madman for he lives inside of me I’ve felt the strength of my demons and others And my weakness of self-preservation And hope…..hope Hey, parents do you know where your children are tongiht? Are they locked… Continue reading Dreams…
Help Her…
She is lonely Even though you can’t tell She is reaching out For what, she doesn’t know She will continue to sit in silence And hope that someone may stumble across her and all her emptiness But she only hopes that they do it in time Otherwise she will have drifted to far And soon… Continue reading Help Her…
A Last…
For everything there must come a last. A last minute, a last hour, a last day, month, or year. A last drink, a last smoke, a last laugh, a last talk. A last love, heart, hug, kiss or a last rage… Or even the last words written on a page. But the worst last is… Continue reading A Last…
Dante’s Hall…
Be gone screamers of slience bringers of pain, cloaked in darkness you mock my actions of pain. My soul is torn, I curse you, God of Hell, as you pierced my tortured soul, what horrors I felt. You spoke of quite solitude, to tempt me to your lair. Then enclosed me in my troubled heart… Continue reading Dante’s Hall…
Set Free…
Slowly, I pick up the gun, I feel my hand shaking and my heart beating, I point the gun towards my chest for people will now know a true broken heart, when you where taken from me, my world was flipped upside-down I think everyday there had to be something I could say replaying our… Continue reading Set Free…
Something Must Be…
Something must be wrong with me with all my hurt inside always filled with anger and never any pride Something must be wrong with me if all I do is cry I can’t stop this pain and all I want to do is die Something must be wrong with me if I always feel like… Continue reading Something Must Be…