+6The little girl sits all alone.
Staring at her silent phone.
Tears fall, she starts to cry.
And starts to kiss it all goodbye.
Looking at her broken past.
Falling hard, fading fast.
She hates school, hates her life.
Silently cries through her knife.
Abuse and violence, drugs and rape.
Always searching for an escape.
Daddy hates her, mom don’t care.
Daddy pulls her by the hair.
She has marks from when she’s struck.
Mom’s too drunk to give a fuck.
But now it’s over, it’s too late.
Mom and dad have sealed her fate.
The little girl writes a note.
And forces pills down her throat.
Take her home, take her hand.
Pick her up so she may stand.
Take her sorrow, take her pain.
Break her free from lock and chain.
The young boy stares right at the table.
The other kids gave him a stupid label.
The freakish guy who wears all black. T
he freakish guy they all attack.
He tries to block the insults out.
But all the names fill him with doubt.
Grab his wrists, knock him down.
Trash his name all through town.
Beat him up until he bleeds.
Take the notebook he always reads.
He walks home and starts to think.
Too much pain, he starts to drink.
Fuzzy thoughts start to run.
So he goes and grabs a gun.
He grabs a notebook and a pen.
He won’t be hurt ever again.
Cock it once, hear a click.
It’s all over really quick. T
ake him home, take his hand.
Pick him up so he may stand.
Take his sorrow, take his pain.
Break him free from lock and chain.
So now I lay here and start to write.
Losing a battle but still I fight.
What’s the price I must pay,
To make it through another day?
Stand up straight, I can’t fall.
Because then I’ll lose it all.
But inside I slowly break.
I’ll still smile but it’s fake.
Close my eyes and breathe in deep.
Open them again so I don’t sleep.
Bit my lip and play along.
I’ll be weak but I’ll be strong.
Don’t show fear, don’t be afraid.
Hiding behind my masquerade.
Can’t let them see what’s, inside.
Take precaution, make sure to hide.
I need help with this despair.
I’ll send up one last prayer.
Take me home, take my hand.
Pick me up so I may stand.
Take my sorrow, take my pain.
Break me free from lock and chain.
This poem was written/submitted by lisha len.
+21so numb,
i cant feel,
so numb,
is this life even real,
im so numb,
i cut to feel pain,
because even though it hurts,
it helps to keep me sane,
im so numb,
way to many pills,
im so numb,
and i just want to feel.
This poem was written/submitted by lisha len.
+42 A single snowflake falls to the ground
Slowly, swiftly, not making a sound
Men and women, old and young
March on and on, one by one
The ones that couldn’t keep up were shot
Their bodies left on the ground to rot
One hundred thousand people were dead
The pure white snow turned a deep dark red
As more and more of the snowflakes fall
Some of the victims attempt to crawl
And keep up with the pace for their dear lives
Wondering whenever they will arrive
The wind howls, and the night is rough
But they still march on, yet they’ve had enough
The solders hold guns to their backs
If the prisoners run, they’re ready to attack
They keep on marching, day by day
Trying to stay alive they pray
Almost half the group is already dead
On the pure white snow, they have bled
Now it’s almost the end of the road
The prisoners don’t know where they will go
Starved and weak they are put in trains
Designed for cattle, and are starved again
Many die along the way
Others will see the light of day
There are not many left on this dreadful walk
Marching together, like a tiny flock
The snow begins to fall again
Oh when will this march never ending stop?
This poem was written/submitted by lisha len.
+23 My tender heart, it breaks for you
As I watch you struggle to reach
Its perfection you want to be
Your mind is fed these lies
That are poisoning your precious heart
The once innocent desires you had
Have turned to dark wishes that tear you apart
You’re straddling a barb-wire fence
Demands coming from each side
It’s not whoever wants your soul the most that will win,
It’s whomever you decide
So please make your decision carefully
I trust you to make the right choice
But please don’t depend on others opinions
But listen to your own voice
This poem was written/submitted by lisha len.
+4 Hopeful songs blend words of peace,
Tired hearts find rest and ease.
Snow is coming, the winter dance,
If you want a fresh start here’s your chance.
Learn to love and to forgive,
The most precious gift is the life you live.
This day comes but once a year,
Christmas with those we hold most dear.
One year closes another starts,
Time can mend all broken hearts.
Love knows no distance, knows no bounds
Let heaven’s Angels song resound.
May you be blessed with joy not sorrow.
Live each day looking to tomorrow.
You’ll want for nothing if you can see,
Christmas isn’t found under a tree.
Quite night we now remember,
What giving means in December.
Gentle Mary who smiled through tears,
Jesus was born to ease our fears.
Some may forget but I won’t ever,
Singing songs I’ve known forever.
You may not view this day the same,
Christmas is the Day my Savior came.
This poem was written/submitted by lisha len.
+10 Break my bones and break my heart.
F*ck the glue, I already feel apart.
Cry my eyes out, tears fall in a flood.
Slit my wrists more, it’s my blood.
The more that’s out, the less that’s in.
I won’t be like you if I commit a sin.
So hand me a knife, hand me a blade.
I’ll pour out my blood then slowly, I’ll fade.
Watch me as my world turns to black.
All those hurtful memories I don’t want back.
So come on, come one and come all.
Dripping my blood, to the ground I fall.
Tears now streaming harder down my face.
In position, ready to leave this place.
So with all of my might I dig into my wrist.
And I laugh hard, I couldn’t resist.
You were never there for me.
And that’s just how my life was supposed to be.
You were the reason that I bled.
I hope I made you proud, but now I’m dead.
This poem was written/submitted by lisha len.
+3It starts when I hear your feet,
Left right left like a steady drum beat.
One. Two. Three. Four.
Four measure rest before you’re at my door.
Crash. Boom. Bang.
My head hits the floor like a symbol’s clang.
You’re screams of anger and my tearful plea
Form the Great American melody.
Whimpers and groans that spill from me,
Create the world’s saddest harmony.
Halfway through the time signature slows
I’m scared to death, and I know it shows
One last hit as I hold out the final note,
My breathing is short and it’s caught in my throat.
You smile at the end, you’re proud of your performance,
Who knew such talent was being kept dormant?
That’s my life, my personal symphony,
Too bad it’s not worth your sympathy.
My one last thought as you slam the door,
When would this abuse have its encore?
This poem was written/submitted by lisha len.
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