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MirrorWho am I?
Who are you?

Deep down, who is anyone, really?

People talk about finding their true identity, finding themselves, but in reality, we just find the disguise that we're most comfortable with. The person we find easiest to act.
Shakespeare once said "All The World's A Stage"

And he was 100% right.

The whole world is a set, which we play on. We act out life without ever truly living.
Now, I don't know what living is,
Or how to find "yourself"

But I do know that the only way we could ever discover our identity
Is if we lived completely isolated
Without ever interacting with civilisation
Ever.

If we never knew friends
Or lo

Seeing RedSilence

Eerie yet
Beautiful

Silence.

The clouds are around me

I can touch them

Pillers of smoke
Reaching up into
The stars

Heaven

There's no-one here

There's nothing here

Not a sound
Not even a whisper

No living thing

It's all white,

The most delicate
White

I never thought I'd make it

But I'm here now

Just me
And the clouds

As far as the eye
can see.

I'm so sleepy
So cosy
So warm

I glance up

There's something coming
I sit up from my soft blanket
of smoke

Something red

It's not right

Upsetting the balance

Closer
and closer

I yell for it to stop
My shout echoes in the space
But it keeps on coming
fas

A Razor Blade For Valentine's Day.A razor blade for Valentine's Day
is all that she wanted.
All that she needed
was to watch the crimson beads
fall slowly down her leg.
Just a quick release
from the buzzing world around her.
Another slice
and she'll be fine.
For a few seconds
she is completely freed
from her mind
and all of the pain
jumbled up inside.
Just to be free
at the hand of a razor blade
will suit her just fine.

All That I HavePlease don't leave me here
All alone

It's so dark
So cold
Without you

I can't breathe when you're not here

Helping me
Holding me

Please, forget what they say

You're NOT hurting me
You ARE healthy

You're NOT pulling me down

And most importantly,
You're NOT lying

Ignore them

Remember what you told me
Way back at the start

"It's you and me
You and me forever

No-one can change that
No-one in the world

So welcome me
Into
Your
Life

I'll never go away"

Remember that promise, honey?

You're breaking it now.

Please, don't go

Not after all we've been through

Please?

You're all that I have

In The StormShe stands at the edge of the pier, staring into the foaming waves below her feet.
There's no-one around. Just seagulls, dancing in circles above her head.
They glide across the stormy sky effortlessly, the wind carrying them through the darkness.
Lea steps forward a millimetre, so her toes are just poking over the edge. Her shoes are off, so she only sees death beyond pink painted toenails. She shivers, the navy and grey uniform barely enough to keep her warm. Her dark hair lifts off her shoulders with every gush of wind, and her heart pounds harder every time the black waves slam against the wooden pier.
She's crying, silent heart-wren

My Paper Heart .It's kind of like a beat.
A beat of your heart? Or numbness.
Throat is swelled into cracked earth.
Head is the drum being played upon.
You life is upside down, but everyone keeps saying to turn it around.
You fingers slip being still.
And your feet no longer do their job.
It is the will of your servant, he wanted you to feel this way.
He's hurt you, this is whats supposed to happen.
You bones forgive themselves and let go.
Your eyes squint into the imaginary rain.
Your breath come out as.. one.single.blow.
Back slouched over you fall to the floor.
Heat rises to the surface of your palms.
Hair, sticky and slick to the face.
Feel the air and coldness below? That's not there.
Feel the hands and fingers helping you up? Those don't exist.
Feel the perfect composition of music, light and sweet to the ears? Music abandoned you.
As these words sings so soft to you, it's no longer a surprise.
Sweet but evil. Once you were tricked, but now no more.
Piano serves up your l

Behind Closed Doors

My heart is closed.
Not an open door.
I can't breathe without you,
no not anymore.
So, getting tired of being ignored.
I've figured you out,
but where's my reward?
I'm lost without you.
Left in discord.
And whom am I without you?
All I was,
is no more.
But I guess he won you,
I've been outscored.
But I guess he's worthy,
your heart,
he can afford.
So, take her.
And we'll just wait and see,
what happens if it's meant to be.
It won't relapse and,
I can't believe,
I'm doing this...
but she won't be left with bleeding wrists..
Just get her out of the pain that she's going through.
And I'll make sure that you're happy too.

RelaxationI remember sitting
On the roof outside my window.

I would sit there everyday
With a cup of tea
And a duvet
And just wait for the sun to come up.

It would be freezing,
Even in the summer,
But I would wait for hours
In the dark

Just to witness
Those few magical moments
When the day truly began

Those were the times,
The times when I was completely
Alone
And silent

Those were the times when
I felt truly
Happy.

ReflectionsI contemplate of the dissociative phases,
marking a past and hesitant future wandering beyond the black,
painting a crimson canvas and hushed memories,
wandering away from a distant reality;

these limbs are not attached,
nor is the mind to a heartbeat,
gradually seeping within the soil,
and silencing the last plea for redemption.

I Can't"One more."

"No I don't want to"

"Come on, Sarah
Just one more"

"I can't"

"Weak.
You're disgusting
Look at your stomach, how it sticks out"

I pull myself up into another sit-up
And back down again

"No more. Please, Anna"

"Fine, you want to be fat? Your choice."

I collapse onto my bed, breathing heavily

"Look, Sarah, I'm only doing whats best for you.
How are people ever going to love you if you're fat?"

"I know. I'll try harder. I swear I will"

"I know you will. Anyway, you have me. I don't mind what weight you are.
Sarah, I love you no matter what"

"I love you too, Anna"

"And 100 pounds isn't too bad, you're getting there.

Deep In ThoughtShe walks along the corridor

"Freak"
"Nerd"
"Fat"
"Ugly"

She's crying
She wants to go
Anywhere,
Anywhere at all

She walks into an empty classroom
And collapses into the first chair

"Weirdo"
"Loner"

She cries

Hitting her head against the desk

"GET OUT
LEAVE ME ALONE"

Insults keep on throwing themselves
at her.

She stands up and
leans her head against the window

Stares at the sun until her eyes hurt
Until her head hurts

"You're disgusting"
"You're horrible"

Interrupted by
A knock on the door
And a group of girls walk in

"You ok?"
"We were looking for you"
"Why did you go running off like that?"

She stands up str

Drive"Are we nearly there yet?" Michael asks
His head pounding
His eyes closing
The parents sigh
Their minds on the map,
The road ahead
The pressure to reach home before nightfall.
His eyes rest on the falling droplets on the window where he rests his head.
The cars behind
Blow their horns
Preventing Michael from falling into the
Dreamworld
In which he is so familiar.

The cars beside theirs,
Identically stranded on the motorway
Each provide a different story,
A different life
A different past and future.
Michael's eyes wander into each of the square windows
Drinking in the wonders
Of Human Life.

A young woman,
Suit-wearin

Mr. Perfect lyrics Spoken like a speech
When I was growing up there were some kids
And these kids, they never treated me right, I mean
All these other kids were friends with them, and sat with them,
I had to sit with them in English class because that's where my teacher put me
And looking back on it
I wish I could have gotten up and yelled at these kids because
they made my life a living hell!
It was stupid shit, everything from telling me I had pen ink all over my face,
to tearing up my poems.
Maybe if they had taken the time to read one of my poems
they would have realized what they were actually doing.
Maybe they would of realized just how bad

UntitledIt's like that moment in time
That you can't get back
It's like all of those shadows
Saying what you lack
It's that pain in your head
You just can't seem to shake
It's that night in the park
With your first mistake

It's the cry in the night
"Am I alone?"
It's the chill in the air
That hurts to the bone
It's a moment in time
That you can't get back
And all of those things
You just know you lack…

Take a chance
Come dance with me
We can twirl through the sky
Totally free
Just give me your hand
Baby, give it a try
I'll wipe away tears
You can't help but cry

Twirl through the night
On angel wings
And I'll tell you ta

FamilyCan you remember the night when we first met?
It was freezing. And dark too, but you could still see me, crouching on the pavement underneath the broken street-lamp.
I was crying, do you remember that? How you came up to me, a stranger, and you gave me your new hoodie. And a hug.
You wiped away my tears
And you asked me why I was so sad.
I told you everything, my whole life story. All my pains, all my insecurities, all the things that eat away at my insides until I'm hollow.
You kissed me, when I stopped talking. It was so soft, so gentle. You gave me your number, and told me to call you if I ever felt like crying again.

And I did.

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Can You Hear Me?

by ~Sarahxoxox, Jan 15, 2012, 10:44:46 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

"I want it to end. The suffering, the pain, the weariness, just everything.

I want to stop feeling like a knife has been dug into my chest, and is being twisted with every insult, being pushed in deeper with every insecurity and doubt.

I want to stop crying. Just, for one day, to not have to sit with tears pouring down my cheeks, with my arms wrapped round myself, slowly rocking.

I want to stop panicking. To stop feeling like the oxygen has left the room, leaving me gasping for breath and lifeless. Like I'm drowning on dry land, my throat closes over, and my thoughts go at a million miles an hour. Worries and obsessions fire through my brain like bullets, sometimes for hours, sinking deeper and deeper into the water.

I want to be able to sleep. To be able to actually wake up in the morning and think 'I'm going to shine today. I'm going to laugh and smile without faking, and not have to pretend that I'm fine. Today is my day.'

To be able to get through a whole day without nearly fainting from exhaustion, or feeling so dizzy that I have to leave class to gather myself. I want to take away the heaviness from my eyes, and see clearly for once.

I wish I could be given a break from my problems, to be given a note that excuses me from my mind, just for a day.

It's not much to ask for, God. Maybe you could listen to me, I know that people wishing to win the lottery, and wishing for an amazing Christmas present, are just as important as me, but I just wish you would give me this one thing. After all these years, I'm at least owed that?"

I get up from my knees. And start to get ready for school. Like every day, I wish that God has listened to me, and that I'm going to find a miracle in school, just a small one, just for me.

I'm still waiting……………………………………………