Submissions by SleepingWithSirens
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Dec 2013 3:34pm
18th Dec 2013 3:34pm
The Power Of Love
She
She sat in her room crying
Thinking about dying
Wondering what he'll think
She hasn't slept a wink
Ever since he said goodbye
She has planned to die
She pulls out a razor blade
Cries while the pain is made
She goes to her room, reaches under her bed
Finds the gun, and now she's dead.
He
He sat in his room
Knew she was thinking about her doom
Wondering if he made the right choice
Thinking he listened to the wrong voice
Ever since he said goodbye
He has felt this pain inside
The next day at school he hears the news...
She sat in her room crying
Thinking about dying
Wondering what he'll think
She hasn't slept a wink
Ever since he said goodbye
She has planned to die
She pulls out a razor blade
Cries while the pain is made
She goes to her room, reaches under her bed
Finds the gun, and now she's dead.
He
He sat in his room
Knew she was thinking about her doom
Wondering if he made the right choice
Thinking he listened to the wrong voice
Ever since he said goodbye
He has felt this pain inside
The next day at school he hears the news...
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DARK POEM
Published
5th Nov 2013 2:28am
5th Nov 2013 2:28am
Dead
She sat alone.
Alone and at home.
Where her screams were silent,
But her mind was violent.
Her insecurities hid deep inside.
They did indeed eat her alive.
A tear rolled down her face,
As her heart began to race.
She took a blade and tore her skin,
Where her depression lied deep within.
This went on for days, months, years.
Until she cried her very last tears.
She decided that she had had enough.
The world around her was too tough.
She took a gun to her head.
Congrats society!
She is dead.
Alone and at home.
Where her screams were silent,
But her mind was violent.
Her insecurities hid deep inside.
They did indeed eat her alive.
A tear rolled down her face,
As her heart began to race.
She took a blade and tore her skin,
Where her depression lied deep within.
This went on for days, months, years.
Until she cried her very last tears.
She decided that she had had enough.
The world around her was too tough.
She took a gun to her head.
Congrats society!
She is dead.
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DARK POEM
Published
21st Oct 2013 4:10pm
21st Oct 2013 4:10pm
Coward
Following the path of a coward
All hope of sanity is gone
Taken to the depths of hell
Where your flesh is mangled
And your hate is contagious
How they value your selfishness
And prey on your weakness
Your heart is a hoax
And that's only an understatement
Your body was cleansed from Earth
No time to rebirth
Your ignorance is what they're looking for
You're theirs now for all eternity.
All hope of sanity is gone
Taken to the depths of hell
Where your flesh is mangled
And your hate is contagious
How they value your selfishness
And prey on your weakness
Your heart is a hoax
And that's only an understatement
Your body was cleansed from Earth
No time to rebirth
Your ignorance is what they're looking for
You're theirs now for all eternity.
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DARK POEM
Published
16th Oct 2013 00:58am
16th Oct 2013 00:58am
Pain
It cuts me up inside.
It feels me with dread.
Sometimes I waste half of m day wishing I was dead.
It makes me feel weak, like I have nothing left.
Makes me really consider my own death.
So I take out a razor and cut while I cry.
Hoping that very soon I will die.
It makes me feel human and like I'm alive.
The pain and scars will forever thrive.
Maybe someday I'll stop.
Let the razor blade fall.
But I'd rather feel pain then nothing at all.
It feels me with dread.
Sometimes I waste half of m day wishing I was dead.
It makes me feel weak, like I have nothing left.
Makes me really consider my own death.
So I take out a razor and cut while I cry.
Hoping that very soon I will die.
It makes me feel human and like I'm alive.
The pain and scars will forever thrive.
Maybe someday I'll stop.
Let the razor blade fall.
But I'd rather feel pain then nothing at all.
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