Lisha Len
+17I’m crying,
Telling you he’s about to leave
I feel like dying,
Then suddenly you’re here for me
You tell me,
You are not going to let me go through
So much pain alone,
And that you’re always gonna be there for me,
Holding me when I cry,
Right there by my side
You promised me that you’ll never leave,
Or give up on me,
I hope that’s a promise you will keep
Because I really need someone there for me,
To hold my hand
Through whatever could possibly come next,
And I need someone there,
To make sure I don’t attempt suicide,
Because you never know what I will try
Just to escape the pain I’m in
So please be there for me,
Because you are the one I really need,
You are my best friend
This poem was written/submitted by lisha len.
+9 Walking through the halls of school
Feelings of self-consciousness abound
Everyone’s trying to come off as “cool”
Gaining popularity wherever it can be found
In a world where you just can’t win
Everyone is dying to fit in
You know it’s not right
Pretending to be something you’re not
You die a little every night
When you give that idea a second thought
You feel alive before the lies begin
But everyone is dying to fit in
Cut yourself into pieces
To fit the common mold
Your love for yourself decreases
But you “look good”-or so you’re told.
In a world where beauty doesn’t lie within
Everyone is dying to fit in
Stab your friend in the back
If it gets you further ahead
As you take your place in front of the pack
You can wonder if they’re dead
In a world where truth has never been
Everyone is dying to fit in
Anger. Regret. Pain.
Things we all know clearly.
We all know suicide is insane
But still it takes away those we love dearly.
In a world riddled with terrible sin
Everyone is dying to fit in
This poem was written/submitted by lisha len.
+27 —written with a pen—
and
—sealed with a kiss?—
If you are my friend, answer me this:
Are we friends, or are we not?
you told me once, but i forgot
so tell me now and tell me true
so i can say I’m here for you
of all the friends I’ve ever met,
you’re the one i won’t forget
and if i die before you do,
I’ll go to heaven and wait for you
I’ll give the angels back their wings
and risk the loss of everything
there isn’t a thing i wouldn’t do
to have a friend just like you 
This poem was written/submitted by lisha len.
+7 you made a promise you can’t fulfill
you tricked me but I made the choice of my own free will
there’s so much more that needs to be bled
I thought you were the blade of truth but lies again were fed
you’re the health care visionary the silent speaker and missionary you taught me to withdraw and rebel you made depression worse and I watched the cuts scar and swell
I don’t believe the words you sing fooled me once, fooled me twice,
the third time there’s nothing new you’ll bring
you draw me in with your lullabies such a soft melody whispering soothing
remedies to my heartfelt cries you master seduction towards your prey
you say you can cure my pain but you push me in the grey
I think its best that we have no contact or speaking
I am strong and I’m not a weakling I see what you do when you
make your speech you try to bleed me dry just like a leech
I can’t end this with you on friendly terms I know your game and I’ve
expressed my concerns you’re always sharp and never dull
you make the blood be everything and this has taken its toll
hopefully it’s goodbye and not see you later now it’s me as your #1 love and hater
all you did was make me drown and smother It might kill me but I have to
stop you before you find another you’ve made me little miss obsessive
I just think of how you’re mine and now I’m possessive
why not die with a few scars you’re in league with Mr. Suicide
and I’m in jail behind bars you’re telling me to make a slit
I’m slowly disappearing bit by bit you know what you’re craving but
you can’t have me since I’ve stopped misbehaving
I re-examined my life and you’re my death threat
I don’t want to act on your twisted thoughts even though you have this set
meet a more sincere bleeding wounds you’re just a killer and I’m changing tunes
If you think I can’t you have me wrongly pegged don’t underestimate survival on
which I’ve coughed and gagged exiled to the desert and without you I made my own water
I won’t go near your glowing light so you can slaughter I’m just a fighting soldier moving up in rank I don’t need your sick guidance that has no gas in the tank on your quicksand before I sank
you made me self-destruct but I have you to thank I could sit here and wish we’d never met
but you made me see my true strength when I swam out of your fishing net It’s me you’re not holding I’m not your girl anymore and it’s not me you’re molding
for victims wasn’t I your best? a pretty little actress sad which you plucked,
took away my innocence so I’m putting you to
This poem was written/submitted by lisha len.
+27 Can’t help myself, can’t think of the right words to speak.
Common sense is lacking, innocence growing weak.
Thoughts are there, but I can’t hear.
My mind is screaming, but I pull you near.
All wrong in my mind, but so right in the heart
Kiss me hard, don’t let us break apart.
What if this is just how it’s supposed to be?
You’re the one that’s supposed to change me.
When I talk to you, I’m completely content.
When we’re close, I’m in my element.
Which way’s up and which way’s down?
When did I start to smile instead of frown?
So many questions, so much has changed.
Been flipped upside down and re-arranged.
But I like this, I like who I’ve become.
But I’m so cold, my body’s numb.
So push the questions away and wrap me in your arms.
Help me relax, keep me from any harms.
Remind me again why I’m so happy and can’t see clear.
Baby, remind me why I have nothing to fear.
My heart and mind are screaming, no longer in control.
My whole life I’ve been a broken half, now I almost feel whole.
Just one thing’s missing, I can’t see your face.
So I’ll close my eyes and drift away from this place.
To a world where we can be together and everything’s alright.
To a world where we’re free and no longer have to fight.
So many things are screaming that this is wrong.
But I don’t care anymore, with you I feel like I belong.
Forget the differences, forget the hate.
I’ll forget it all, because you’re my Fate.
This poem was written/submitted by lisha len.
+20he sits in the room gun in his hand
why was he chosen
to be the suicide man?
brother may i take the gun
believe me, suicide
can’t be all that fun
this doesn’t have to be you’re only choice
stop raising you’re hand to you’re temple
put it down, and follow my voice.
but he said, he doesn’t agree
that he much rather fly
then stay here with me
he put the gun to his head
told me that he was sorry
and in a split second, he was dead
my first question, came in a cry
brother was i so horrible
that you had no choice but to die?
my last question, came in a plea
was it ever enough
to just have me?
but brother you chose the easy way out
suicide was you’re mission
and you followed through, no doubt
brother you gave a life of pain and drone.
but that wasn’t an excuse
to leave me alone.
brother let me explain in words of sorrow
where you travel.
i’ll always follow.
This poem was written/submitted by lisha len.
+10 Draw and trace,
fill and color.
Color Swirls
become a wonder.
Breathe in,
breathe out.
Color Swirls
are what it’s about.
Let the colors whirl
across my mind.
Watch them fill it
rendering me blind.
See them dance
in my vision –
only swirls,
no precision.
Feel the dizziness
like a wave.
Float in it;
drift away.
Red comes first,
posing as regret.
Then, on yellow,
an orange silhouette.
Now see blue:
a roiling calm;
see purple and green:
the Peeping Toms.
See black,
then white –
one dark,
one light.
See them here;
see them there:
Colors Swirling
in a taunting affair.
Color Swirls –
or are they emotions?
Feelings… or colors?
A peculiar notion.
Breathe again
and fall asleep
as colors whirl
in my dreams deep.
This poem was written/submitted by lisha len.
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