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My opinion on things. My way of showing pity. Its a way that people might see this and stop hurting. I want to help but right now this is all I'll give.
none yet...well not really...
Contest entrÃ©e for Ikky2000's contest of Lyrics. Based off the song When You're Gone by Avril L.
This is better to read with a song that is piano. It adds feeling to it.
A character. He lost a lot in life and have so much negativity towards it. This is hes fight with life, his idea of it, his feelings as he fights the ghosts he created to hide his fear.
Poetry | Updated Dec 9, 2013 | Reads: 17 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
PLEASE NOTE: This is NOT stolen from the account EmoVampire15, as that is my old account that will no longer be active. I have re-uploaded a poem that I put up on there on here (and have made corrections to it)
Anyway, this goes back to my struggles in School, but more specifically the cold...
Recent break up is the inspiration to this poem, listening to zac brown band.
Poetry | Updated Dec 8, 2013 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Holly Blackwell
Belle isn't your typical teenage girl, she has a lot of probblems and she struggles to make friends. Belle's life was just getting better until something happens which sends her world going down, yet again. Being back in her home town, she only has a few friends which she is very close to and...
Warning: Talks about blood
A lost and confused mind.
By Ryan Haas
A poem about depression and how it's foolish for a person to think they csn somehow save someone with it.
Poetry | Updated Dec 7, 2013 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I never knew that you would leave me so soon.
I never knew those would be,
the last days that I'd be spending with you.
Life, what a dark useless thing. What is the use of living when every breath is torture? Wouldn't it be so much easier to stop the futile roller-coaster when only grim, terrible, and dreadful things happen to you?
The girls I write about are real, just as their problems are real. I wish more than anything that I could go back and help them in their times of need, for at the time I could only offer my sympathies.
This poem sums up the frustrations, loneliness, emptiness of mind, and fear of fading out of an extremely depressed person.