Bad mistakes

When your running from your self

From your past

From your failure

You really have to have a hard look

Do you have the strength to change

Or will you just keep hurting your self?

Can you fight it

Is it even worth trying

Masking tears

 

The helper stared hard at his prey

A trouble, worried that could not stay

He stared at it with fearless eyes

And off it ran, howling at the sky

Turning to the just saved friend

He smiled saying “that won’t be back again”

Striding confidently devoid of fears

The mask comes off, out pour the tears

The face shown was just a lie

As curling up he begins to cry

Till once again that mask he dawn’s

That smiling mask, inside forlorn  

Your pain

I have a friend going through tough times. after suffering for years at the hands of a abusive mother she is finaly rid of her. but the effects are still really visable. she keeps hurting her self as she just doesnt feel the pain. she has learned to help and deal with her own problems by her self with out the help of any one. 
please be carefull  

Your pain is my pain

Your used to living with pain, have lived with it all your life.

I am not used to someone having to.

I have lived what you would probably call a protected live

Been cared for by a loving family and if there were problems then

I was usually to blame

That’s why It hurts to see and to know that pain

was and is an everyday occurrence for her  

even to the Point where it stops hurting.

She shouldn’t have to live like that

So I just sit here crying on the inside and talk to her like nothing is wrong

There is not a problem in the world

Even though its killing us both

I miss you.

My dog was put down tonight :(

It was painfull seeing her suffer. her back legs just died on her

so we had to do it. but the suffering still hurt us soo much.

becase she was always a really happy and strong dog.

I hope its ok :(

I Miss you

It kills me to feel your once strong heart beat flutter and fade
Your once strong body unable to move
Your once powerfull limbs unable to function
You will be with us not much longer
I just wish you could be your old self till u leave
... if i could heal you I would
but having to watch is what is worst
seeing the once strong fall is soo painful.


RIP Misty

Flying- falling- breaking

The world is falling apart.

My friends are falling, and I’m the one breathlessly running around trying to catch them all.

They are all cracking, falling to pieces, and I’m the one there with the sticky tape and glue trying to pick up the broken pieces of their shattered lives with fingers held together with duct tape and a soul begging for repair.

I’m only one person, but I am carrying the weight of many on my young shoulders. The lives of many, the ones I love balance dangerously close to tipping.

How much longer can I keep this balancing act up?

How much longer can the glue and tape hold

Before we are end up shattering on the ground?

Emotions

Being grumpy after getting smashed at a game I had never played before.

Being annoyed when asked why I don't like said game after being smashed at the game I had never played before.

Being mad when the asker gets mad that I don't like her favourite game after she has smashed me at the game I had never played before

Being pissed off when the asker storms off after being mad that I don’t like her favourite game after she has smashed me at the game I had never played before

Being worried, stuck in class hoping she doesn’t do anything dangerous.

Being worried  

Memories in the wind

memories drifting like dust

Memories float like dust a flying

Frozen in beams of sunlight in a quiet still room

The happy times drifting lightly slipping sliding far away

The sad ones heavy, filled with tears.

The raw emotions way them down.

Dead they fall from empty air

Falling flakes upon the ground.

As my life blood seeps away

And my spirit starts to fly

Memories lay a scattered round

Body lying still and silent

Lonely on that empty ground

Bloody wrists and broken hearts

I wrote this poem after seeing this image

It about the reasons why someone would want to slash them self’s. I don’t really have any description about why I wrote this but here it is.

As I lie here

Blood pooling

Head spinning

Heart bleeding

Heart breaking

One thought fights its way

To the forefront of my mind

Why?

Why doesn’t she love me?

Why am I not good enough?

Why doesn’t it hurt?

“Why doesn’t it hurt” :

This is the thought going through my head

when it finally processes the blurry shapes   

the muffled voices louder than gunfire barely

reaches my ears.

My heart is slowing

My fission is failing

I’m floating

On a river of blood

On board my bloody

Broken heart