Lisha Len
+28i once met a boy, broken and scarred
just another tragic out turn
of a living a life much to hard
as a result, he hated the world
for leaving his fragile heart
crumbled and curled
he built the wall to divide
himself from this cold place
he built it far and wide
no one, is who he let in, despite his past
that his heart will once again
be shattered like glass
his heart was kept inside the wall
under lock and key
he thought for sure that they won’t fall
until then, along came a girl
who promised him
she won’t play with his heart like a toy
she said it was okay, and give me the key
let me have you’re heart boy
i know it won’t be easy
but at last, his walls crumbled down
he discovered that there was good in the world
it just had to be found
this boy, hated the world
until he found love
and his heart uncrumbled and uncurled
little mr. full of hate
finally found someone
to love and appreciate
this is the last chapter, i’ll tell of my friend
who hated the world
and wanted it to end
his heart had been stepped on and shoved
but really, all little mr. ‘ I Hate The World” needed
was just to be loved
This poem was written/submitted by lisha len.
+16 Im waiting on my stairwell
sitting all glum and sad
But now i know that it was a lie
you didnt care for what we had.
I Really think its shitty
because now here you stand
begging for forgivness
its getting out of hand
‘Baby please, it was a mistake’
just tell me one thing
were those feelings fake?
i gave you all my love
tried to leave
but my heart got stuck
now i can only tell you one thing
Romeo, Shut up.
I think I seen my prince charming..
Cause I thought you were mr. wright..
Turns out your just mr. wrong..
This poem was written/submitted by lisha len.
+3As 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.
+7Shaking 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.
+20 No-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.
+14 I love you so much it hurts me to lie,
I wish so bad I could tell you that I cry.
I need you right now to keep me alive,
to comfort me while I fight to survive.
While the blade runs up and down my arm,
I wish I could feel you and your amazing charm.
Feel the heat of your breath on my neck telling me to stop,
I know my razor would just suddenly feel the need to drop.
Too bad fear hides my eagerness to tell,
even though if you really loved me I could as well.
The fear that tells me you’ll leave me if you know,
all of these feelings that I want to show.
The love we share is means so much more to me than this,
when I’m around you I forget the longing to cut and its bliss.
If I told you, would you run away and hate me too?
Would there no longer be a hope to this amazing me and you?
In result I spend more sleepless nights,
cutting and causing mental fights.
I can’t take this anymore since I can’t cry,
I think I need to end these nights I spend with you and lies.
You don’t know me and I guess you never will,
as I bring the gun to my head I feel a satisfying chill.
This note to you I had to really write,
on that last amazing night.
As you slept in my half empty bed,
I wonder how you will look when this is read.
I know you won’t miss me so I’ll leave right now,
remembering the last words my memories allow.
Those last words you said to me before you slept,
never once knowing I had ever wept.
Bang…do you miss me?
This poem was written/submitted by lisha len.
+30 Beyond 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.
