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Mom, Where were you?Mom, Where were you?
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Mommy where were you when
I got my first A?
Made my first friend?
Got ready for picture day and daddy had to do my hair in long twists and curly bangs?
When I was repeatedly bullied in school and you did nothing about it?
When I was playing in a school concert for band and I gave you, grandma, and dad tickets to see?
When I brought home awards from my middle school graduation?

Mom where were you when
I started becoming a young lady?
When I got my first job?
Needed motherly advice on dating and boys?
Went off to prom?
When I got accepted to coll

DepressionI hear whispers inside my mind
telling me to do things
I don't know why I have to
but they pressure me to the max

I can't help but cry my heart out
I take this razor and slice my arm
The voices tell me to keep going
saying that pain is my best friend

I slice my arms some more
blood falls to the ground
I scream in agony
wondering why it is always me

I don't know what is happening
Maybe this life is a nightmare to all
Am I better off dead?
I tell myself everyday

I don't know what I'm suppose to do
I always keep hearing voices
Telling me that this is right
so I listen to them to the fullest

Scars all over my arms
I don't kn

Whats the point on Living?I'm lost in this world alone
with no hope to go on
with only the tears
crashing all around me

There is nothing that can be done
nothing that is risk anything
I can't help it
but to make sure that I feel this pain

A feeling that I always wanted
a feeling that is like a drug to me
to slit my wrists open
and to watch the blood fall to the ground

There is no hope left to my life
there is no reason for me to be here
I'm stuck in this depression
that I can't seem to control anymore

I just want to feel the pain on my arms
to watch the blood flow from my arms
to feel this pain deep inside
to end my life for good....

There is no ho

Bullied

Bullied
Life is unfair
I can't even bare
People had judged me on what I wear
They even pull my hair
They watched as my emerald colored eyes were filled with tears
that's when I saw these words smeared on the wall
They were Hold on.

The Little Girl Of DeathSo many voices scream and shout,
Even in my dreams, and I start to doubt,
My reason for being here.
Every single fear,
That I developed is coming true,
And I cannot handle the truth.
I start to break down,
But I don't make a sound,
Except I'm screaming in the inside.
And this little girl locked away full of rage has no one to confide,
In. She's pounding against my chest,
But it's best,
To hide her from society.
She slowly and quietly,
Calms down......
Not suppose to make a sound.
Days later she shoots bullets through my heart,
Causing my breathing to increase and new scars.
I want to murder this little girl.
For over a deca

All The Things I Shouldn't BeI'm worn out.
I'm tattered.
I'm torn.
I'm falling down.
I'm tired,
Of being used,
For the wrong reasons.

I'm sore.
I'm cut.
I'm hurt.
I'm in pain.
I'm not getting up again,
It's just to hard
For me.

I'm sad.
I'm unhappy.
I'm lonely.
I'm alone.
I'm telling the world,
But no one seems to care,
About how I feel.

I'm unloved.
I'm 'over dramatic',
I'm 'crazy'.
I'm a 'nuisance'.
I'm nothing,
And I'm done,
With everyone.

I'm all the things I shouldn't be.

Alone is lonelyI'm running.

running from everyone.
you, a person I've yet to know, and probably wont know.
running from family,
they don't understand.
How simple minded can people be?
It's pathetic how close thay think we are, yet they only know the fake me that hides behind walls of smiles and "joy"
Running from "friends."
They nothing. They don't know me.
They wont know me.
All I am to them,
is a free coucleour.
Where is my free councelour?

I'm running.
running from everything.
Places that offer safety.
Safety? How about lies.
Places that offer hope.
Hope? How about fake friendship.
Places that offer friendship.
Friendship? What is my favorite color?

I

Who I amEver since I started Middle School, I changed...
I became wary of others. I didn't trust many people. What ended up happening was that I started to generate three personalities. One to be suspicious of everyone. One to fear everyone. And one to doubt anyone who attempted to gain my trust. In essence, I was setting myself up to become entirely self dependent. Without any need to rely on anyone but myself.
At the same time, I devised a plan to help the process. I called it the Three-Strike Deal. I would have three intended targets. The first was going to be pretty easy. I was going to start with my love life. I was supposed to attempt three relationships and torture myself with them enough to cause myself Soul-Mind Fragmentation and generate a mind to quickly and efficiently shut down any and all attempts to seize my heart. After that, I would move on to friendships. The plan was to slowly allow my suspicious side cause me discomfort any time I was with friends. This, in turn, would lead

I thought you were better than this.Take a look in the mirror, dear friend.
Don't you see who the real monster is?
You stand there on the other side of conflict,
twisting lies into her ear.
Our poor mutual friend, having to deal with this mess
just because you're a stubborn jackass.

Listen to your own voice, old friend.
Don't you hear the weak poison you're spewing?
You're lying. You're taking things out of nowhere
and mutating them with your filthy touch.
You can't even make me sound bad with real facts?
Oh, well maybe that's because I've done nothing wrong.

I guess no one is good enough, former pal;
Have you ever kept a friend for very long?
You're just one o

Mistake in LifeI'm a mistake
a worthless failure
after all that's what been said to me
through the years that i have lived

There is nothing I can say
Nothing that can ever change
of all the emtional trauma
of all the pain i feel

The words can't escape
they are always there
Haunting inside my head
telling me that it what I truly am

A demon I been known as
A monster that shouldn't exist
I was never wanted in this life
I was always let down by so many people

Nobody will truly know the pain
Nobody will truly understand
Cause of everything I went through
Maybe my time was up a long time ago

No escape from reality
No escape from these harsh w

Breakingbreaking
suffering
withering
lying
sleepless
hopeless
endless
crying
hopeless
bleeding
broken
and dying

UnlovedI am crying.
Tears are just flowing out uncontrollably...
Splattering on the paper on which my feelings are written out on.
The salty taste stings my mouth and the tears leave behind a rather bland after taste, followed by a lump forming in my throat. It was as if the lump was formed by a thousand words that I wish I was able to tell him, but could never gather enough courage to do so...
"Him"... The person who used me when I gave him my all... The one that left me for what he thought was better...
"Love"... To me, it's all a myth. What can or has one done to be neglected or "unloved" by those who meant the world to them. For me, this "l

LostIt's three in the morning,
I still cant bring myself to sleep,
Laying in my bed wondering,
If you really care for me,
Scared and alone,
Yet my eyes refuse
to close and sleep in my defense,
The rhythm of my broken heart,
All the truth in my life seem to blur,
But the pain is something I know to be real

I can't ignore it anymore,
'Cause my demons haunt me,
They are there in my dreams,
I am drowning in my sleep,
Cause they never leave me,
They are killing me.

The sun goes down,
All hope dies away,
Here I lay still awake
Wishing that one day,
The sun will come up again,
To take away all the pain,
But here I lay again,
Just

SufferingTears crashing around me
as all I do is feel this hurt
The pain deep inside of me
I can't bear to go on much longer

The eyes of glass
the heart that aches
I can't control
the urges i feel inside me

My mind takes over control
of this hurt left unknown
I can't help but to cry
and have the tears falling down my face

I can't take this much longer
so please go on without me
The truth behind every story
the deep hurt i feel inside

I feel like a failure at life
no hope for this life to go on
so please leave me here to suffer
Maybe one day it will all change

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by ~Hikari-Raven, Nov 17, 2012, 11:43:24 PM
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Suicide
I cried myself to sleep
Not bearing to live another day
All I could see in the mirror
Was a girl filled with tears
Happiness had exist
I missed those days
Now my life ends here.

Suicideby ~Hikari-Raven

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Hey Guys. First off PLEASE NO BAD CRITIQUES. THIS WAS MY FIRST TIME WRITING A POEM

Well I wrote this because of what I been thought the past years and I know every has had this feeling but let me tell you something it's not worth it. It isn't. All you got to do is hold on!

I did and you can too! Also if you are having this problem talk to someone you trust

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~TheObsessedNerd Nov 20, 2012

This was really good, i think a lot of people, including myself, can relate to it, and have felt this way sometime in our lives.

~Hikari-Raven Nov 20, 2012 Hobbyist Artist

Everyone has not just you. BTW I NEED TO SEE YOUR FACE!

~YaminoHikari14 Nov 19, 2012

This is beautiful, I've been in this situation and your right, it's not worth it, things may be bad as of the moment, but you don't get good things without seeing bad right? Unlike you though, none of my real life friends, teachers and even my parents nevr found out >.< But to everyone else who may be reading this and thinking about it, I reccomend getting the right help! I'm glad you've managed to get through it, doing something like that shows your a truly srong person

~Hikari-Raven Nov 19, 2012 Hobbyist Artist

Thank you so much for the kind words

Yeah I remember when I did want to but hey I still have a lot more to go Why end it now. As my mother says she told me why end my life when I'm still young. And yes A lot of people have been in this situation, but I just want to prove to people that it get's better.

All they need is a friend btw I'm glad your still here even if you have been through this I'm glad you had the courage to hold on

~mabelpinesrules1 Nov 18, 2012 Student General Artist

so deep

~Hikari-Raven Nov 18, 2012 Hobbyist Artist

Thanks

~Which-will-it-be Nov 18, 2012

//This is a good poem

just take care of yourself, ok? Or else I'm going to have to hug you every time *Tiki* I go into chat >:3//

~Hikari-Raven Nov 18, 2012 Hobbyist Artist

Thank you very much! I do it was all that happened in the past

Haha I don't mind the hugs, I like hugs actually

~Which-will-it-be Nov 18, 2012

You're welcome and alright~ >:3 ~~Beware of hugging Navarre?~~//

~Hikari-Raven Nov 18, 2012 Hobbyist Artist

~~Navarre would kill me if I gave him a hug XD~~

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