life is how u thiết kế it

I still cry.
Why did bạn leave me like this?
Why did bạn have to die?
Now my life is a crisis

bạn knew bạn would rot
There was no god to you.
I would have fought
To keep bạn from being blue

But bạn resorted to a gun
Which left me in hell
Now I run
Trapped inside my shell

I make myself bleed, like bạn did
I starve myself, like bạn did
I hid my feelings like bạn did
Now, Will I die like bạn did?

Maybe if bạn would have stayed
I wouldn't wish for death
I could've been saved
But now, I let out my last breath



So I know this is depressing but it means a lot to me, no rude các bình luận please...
~OfmiceandDes

To give it all away
To be loved one day
Never liking what i saw
Never seen a face this raw

Believing this silly lie
To see this pathetic life
My pain grows stronger
My life go longer

Pain fills my soul
Never able to make my life Whole
To die would be a pleasure
Hateing my life just a measure

The thoughts of suicide
I just want someone to be bởi my side
Hanging myself infront on mum
My neck soon turns num

Please bạn cry
It was my choice to die
Never able to breath
Mother would never leave

Pain fills me
Getting hit bởi the bully
Hated it all
Hang myself in the mall

Screams fill my head
Never tucked into my bed
My life was hell
All they ever say is oh well

I call for you
But all bạn do is screw
Falling into water to drown
With and brick to keep me down

All i ever do is pray
That maybe i can stay
But im left to die
All to do is cry

They never shared
They never cared
Lift my up into the light
I know my future stands bright

This poem is all about the beauty of nature that I feel...
This poem is totally opposite to the last poem I wrote"I don't belong to the world"

Look what I see there
those hoa hồng are very dear to me
Hear what I am hearing now
those hát birds are very dear to me..

This green cỏ freshens up my mood
that blue sky , gives me a hope
that shiny sun brightens up my smile
These winds are calming my heart

See what I see there
a cầu vồng after a very heavy rain
those màu sắc can be seen in my eyes
I can feel the magic of this nature

I am flying with the butterflies
even though I am on land
I am hát with the birds
even though I don't have a nest.

a man can feel all this nature
when he own the treasure
the treasure isn't the gold
that treasure is just the happiness.

The pain it hurts, It rips and tears.
Unstoppable, But I don't care.
All the lies about me, all the tears that have come.
They're all from bạn and the things you've become.
Don't bạn remember, when we were young and small?
All the secrets we shared, do bạn remember at all?
Now my hatred for bạn is growing strong.
Every insult bạn throw, why must it be so wrong?
That face makes me shake.
How much thêm can I take?
Now do bạn see what you've done?
This happened to me.
Congratulations, you've won.
Now are bạn glad that bạn killed me inside?
because now I wish I had really died.
Of course bạn don't, you'll never know.
All the pain and suffering i'll never show.
My tim, trái tim isn't mending.
Because all you're bending back.
Only now it's black


So I'm new to this site, I was wondering maybe some Những người bạn hoặc something? I'm still figuring out this site. So yeah.. First poem posted? Yay? D:

-OfmiceandDes

The darkness in my eyes
fill with tears as children cry
the sound of thunder
rings in my ears
leaving while my earth starts to flood
soaking wet and crying never seems to bother me
flying into darkness as mother yells in her sleep
blood on the white giường sheets on the curtains
never feel complete with sorrow and despair
to the graveyard i run and visit my father
where sunlight never hits
breath in smoke of sisters ciggeret
ashes fall to the floor
as i fall also never open my eyes
never breath again
my hollow soul finds its way nor to heaven hoặc hell
its Mất tích for ever and ever
haunting earth brings me the most joy i ever had
dead nor alive i breath in darkness
but never forget me living souls
for i may have left the physical world
i have not yet left the mental world of memory
i never yet again feel the beating tim, trái tim of living
i live like no other
breath like no other
tình yêu like no other
but yet i burrow into the light of the world again

do bạn truely know who i am
maybe things i write seem happy, depressing, sad?
but am i any of those things?
am i really seen bởi my personality hoặc bởi my body

the truth is i hate life
my mother is a bossy rude horrible person
my dad is never home
my sister is a lowlife girl thinking she'll fine a job

i only have TWO friends
most people i know have at least ten
Kenzie parks, Brandon Rector
there is no more

do bạn really think i eat hoặc sleep
do bạn think i go to school
i haven't slept in like a tháng the avoid one nightmare
that never seems to want to leave

i skip school my mom just drops me off then i run
i try to hide from my family
until they find me and hit me hoặc kick me
do bạn really think im happy?

the last time i was happy when a friend died
i stood bởi her grave smiling
saying "Jess i'll be there soon"
think if suicide worked for her it would work for me

so tiếp theo time bạn see me
ask yourself
am i like her?
do i truely know..canal?

Stopping bởi Woods on a Snowy Evening
bởi ROBERT FROST

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and Nữ hoàng băng giá lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his yên cương, dây nịt bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.