+1As I cry in a corner so blue
I remember why I loved you
This was one of my fears
Looking at these Silver Tears
That kiss was all it took
You read me like an open book
You hit me with heart-breaking spears
Now Im looking at Silver Tears
I wont reget answering your call
This was worth the fall
Dont know how Ill get through the years
Knowing how I saw these Silver Tears
This poem was written/submitted by lisha len.
+5Shaking uncontrollably with hatred and fear.
Gritting my teeth to stop that single tear.
Grabbing a pencil and getting ready to write.
I won a few rounds but I lost the fight.
Grabbing some paper and trying to think.
Imagining my life being gone in a blink.
Put pencil to paper and let the words flow.
They thought I was strong but they didn’t know.
The unsinkable sank and the unbreakable broke.
The air disappears and I start to choke.
Afraid of the future and afraid of the past.
In this game of life, I knew I couldn’t last.
The present is hazy, I can barely see.
I stare in a mirror, who is that? Is that me?
Sitting down slowly and still writing lines.
My life keeps on going but it only declines.
Tears start to fall as I still scribble away.
On this paper, my emotions are on display.
The anger and betrayal that I often felt.
Bitterness towards God for the cards I was dealt.
Love that could make my heart burst.
The pain you caused me when you tried your worst.
The fact that I was never really enough.
Being so weak when you thought I was tough.
Guilt for not granting you your single wish.
For ending it all and being so selfish.
Dropping the pencil and giving a sigh.
And preparing to kiss the world goodbye.
Folding the paper and pressing it to my lips.
And letting it fall from my cold finger tips.
Please read carefully the words that I wrote.
Because this is my final suicide note.
This poem was written/submitted by lisha len.
+16No-one seems to understand
What it’s like to look like me
What it feels like to wake up every morning
and see a face
which brings you to tears
A face which no-one loves
My friends say their ugly
but when they don’t know is that
it makes me feel 10x worse
they don’t know
what it’s like to hate your image, starve yourself and
To almost cry every time you see your reflection
my friends are so pretty
why can’t I look like them?
Why can’t boys turn their heads at me?
Because I am ugly
and that’s the way I was intended to be.
This poem was written/submitted by lisha len.
+28Beyond the hurt
Beyond the pain
Beyond the lonely days of rain
Beyond the struggle to stay sane.
Beyond the feelings I feel for you
Beyond the dreaming of just us two
Beyond the tears
Beyond the years
Beyond the hidden worries and fears
Beyond the night sky
Beyond my will to try
You would unknowingly
Drive me to die.
Beyond the sea
That flows, so blue
Beyond the picture
I stare at you.
Beyond the secrets
Kept tucked away
Beyond the yerning
For that single day
Beyond being scared of rejection
Beyond the crave for effection
Beyond the me
Beyond the you
Beyond the life
That’s almost through.
Beyond the pull of a trigger
Beyond thoughts of you that make me sicker
Beyond the cold ground
I would no longer shiver.
Beyond the night
Beyond the grave
Beyond the hopeless trades I’ve made
Beyond the thought
The thought that you
Would one day seem
To love me too.
So here I float
Above an beyond
A heartbroken ghost
Waiting for your life to be gone.
So maybe then
The day would come
When our souls would connect
And we become one.
This poem was written/submitted by lisha len.
+32I paint a smile upon my face,
and you’ll never know it’s fake.
With this smile, the pain goes away,
and I can pretend everything’s okay.
I laugh out loud with confidence,
when, in fact, I’m afraid,
to show the truth of what’s beneath
this smile made of paint.
This show that I put on,
is so precise and rehearsed.
You’d never know that earlier,
I was overflowing with hurt.
But by myself, in my room,
with no more paint left on,
I’m no longer that fake person,
and the real me comes along.
I stare into the mirror,
as what’s inside becomes illuminated.
Someone so depressed and confused,
would never be accepted.
And so it’s time to once again,
paint a smile upon my face.
Because around the world it’s always on;
And you’ll never know it’s fake.
This poem was written/submitted by lisha len.
+25Look at the girl with the cuts and the scars
Look at the girl with the broken heart
Look at the girl who still feels alone
Look at the girl whose spirit is gone
Look at the girl and count the mistakes she has made
Look at the girl as she holds up her blade
Look at the girl falling into the night
Look at the girl with an ongoing fight
Look at the girl who has nobody else
Look at the girl who is all by herself
Look at the girl who is fading away
Look at the girl wishing to be saved
Look at the girl who wears a disguise
Look at the girl who hides the pain in her eyes
Look at the girl who has lost herself
Look at the girl whose blood is her wealth
Look at the girl with no rights, only wrongs
Look at the girl who was lied to and used
Look at the girl whose heart slowly broke
Look at the girl who by midnight cries
Look at the girl and the hurt that she hides
Look at the girl spill blackened tears
Look at the girl cut away all her fears
Look at the girl who is losing her grip
Look at the girl and from life she will slip
Look at the girl whose mind has been haunted
Look at the girl whose actions were taunted
Look at the girl whose name is forgotten
Look at the girl, see how far she has gotten
Look at the girl but don’t acknowledge her strength
Look at the girl, see how far she has sank
Look at the girl who’s slowly turned cold
Look at the girl whose past is untold
Look at the girl whose mind is a mess
Look at the girl whose life is a wreck
Look at the girl whose wounds are still bleeding
Look at the girl whose misery is creeping
Look at the girl whose wrists are stained red
Look at the girl who wants to be dead
Look at the girl as she pictures her death
Look at the girl as she plans her last breath
Look at the girl whose pulse will soon end
Look at the girl whose soul cannot mend
Look at the girl who has inside died
Look at the girl who the world could not see
Look at the girl, oh dear, is that girl me???
This poem was written/submitted by lisha len.
+2standing on this edge
your fate lies below
jump or not to jump
your decisions follow
Your life is spiraling downward
but your choices could falter tonight
so if your gonna do it
jump and end your life.
This Is Your Last Chance
I’m counting to three
you can’t jump or you can stay
what’s it gonna be?
Baby come down
don’t make me cry
lets talk it out
you don’t have to die
your making a mistake
Dammit look at me!
look me in the eye’s
what do you see?
You see the deceit and the pain
that I caused for you
but I’m down here begging
I don’t want us to be through
This is Your Last Chance
to come down, to be mine once more
but once you jump
we WONT be anymore…
But if you jump
You’ll Never know
That The truth is
That I love You so..
Last Chance…
This poem was written/submitted by lisha len.
