i am a person living a life of shame.
i am your daughter hiding my depression.
i am your sister making a good impression.
i am your friend pagganap like im fine.
i am a wisher wishing this life werent mine.
i am a girl who thinks about suicide.
i am a teenager pushing her tears aside.
i am a student who doesnt have a clue.
i am the girl sitting susunod to you.
i am the one asking you to care.
i am your best friend hoping youll be there.
this is a great poem from the book chicken sopas for the teenage soul on tough stuff.
1, 2, 3, and 4, and 5
You split from me to stay alive
6 and 7 and 8 and 9
I can't keep track - which one am I?
Though some are new, I'm mga kaibigan with you
Who got stronger, and I just knew
The ones who hid, never spoke to me
They're empty personalities
The system's heart, the person's mind
Are pieces of a different kind
You're just another part of me
Yet I need you; we'll never be free
The broken place that we called home
Had crumbled away long ago
Embrace me in a falsified world
I might believe, then, what I've heard
Your fury seemed unjustified
But I saw the past and realized
And in your voice that carried through
I heard it then…
"I'll protect you"
....no notes on this one, except: it was short and I wrote it a bit too quickly. Also, I'm aliiiiiiiiiive!! I've mostly been blogging and drawing over the past 6 months, so. Um. I'll babble about this somewhere else.
You split from me to stay alive
6 and 7 and 8 and 9
I can't keep track - which one am I?
Though some are new, I'm mga kaibigan with you
Who got stronger, and I just knew
The ones who hid, never spoke to me
They're empty personalities
The system's heart, the person's mind
Are pieces of a different kind
You're just another part of me
Yet I need you; we'll never be free
The broken place that we called home
Had crumbled away long ago
Embrace me in a falsified world
I might believe, then, what I've heard
Your fury seemed unjustified
But I saw the past and realized
And in your voice that carried through
I heard it then…
"I'll protect you"
....no notes on this one, except: it was short and I wrote it a bit too quickly. Also, I'm aliiiiiiiiiive!! I've mostly been blogging and drawing over the past 6 months, so. Um. I'll babble about this somewhere else.
The skies bleed a never ending black
the darkest of figures drag lives back
to the deepest depths of the prison wall
where no light can reach, all hopes fall.
Lost, cold, dying, they grow in fear
in the silence behind the walls, none draw near.
Rise against them, against thy master
they bend lives, it will die faster.
Has hope already fluttered and died?
within the walls where the innocent reside?
In the know that master will defend
little did they know that this will be their end.
Down under, the master is not aware
of the growing power, a lit flare
Flames of rage, restless the people grow
revolutions awake, let them know!
Wild fires, infernos! Frightened shadows crawl away
let the plans of the strong come into play!
Hear the voices of revolutionaries cry
"Live free or let me die!"
the darkest of figures drag lives back
to the deepest depths of the prison wall
where no light can reach, all hopes fall.
Lost, cold, dying, they grow in fear
in the silence behind the walls, none draw near.
Rise against them, against thy master
they bend lives, it will die faster.
Has hope already fluttered and died?
within the walls where the innocent reside?
In the know that master will defend
little did they know that this will be their end.
Down under, the master is not aware
of the growing power, a lit flare
Flames of rage, restless the people grow
revolutions awake, let them know!
Wild fires, infernos! Frightened shadows crawl away
let the plans of the strong come into play!
Hear the voices of revolutionaries cry
"Live free or let me die!"
My life was hell
My life was blue
I wanted to die,
But that's before I met you
You give me hope
You give me fear
But because of you,
I don't shed a tear
I think I'm falling
Or am I climbing?
Either way,
I hope you're there and the end
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OfminceandDes
My life was blue
I wanted to die,
But that's before I met you
You give me hope
You give me fear
But because of you,
I don't shed a tear
I think I'm falling
Or am I climbing?
Either way,
I hope you're there and the end
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OfminceandDes
The humble blade
So comforting, yet so destructive
It stares at you questioningly
As if knowing your pain
The blade made these scars
No not you
These humble scars
That grace your skin
Reminding you of your flaws
Your power
Your weakness
Your strength
pag-ibig them or hate them they remain
Never to come off no matter how much you plead
You know you should turn your back on the blade
But it stares at you
Humbly not judging
Unlike everything else
The feeling is sharp but the reward is better
The feeling in knowing that you are no longer numb
That you can feel and control
Have real control of your emotions
The humble blade
So comforting, yet so destructive
Is your only friend
So comforting, yet so destructive
It stares at you questioningly
As if knowing your pain
The blade made these scars
No not you
These humble scars
That grace your skin
Reminding you of your flaws
Your power
Your weakness
Your strength
pag-ibig them or hate them they remain
Never to come off no matter how much you plead
You know you should turn your back on the blade
But it stares at you
Humbly not judging
Unlike everything else
The feeling is sharp but the reward is better
The feeling in knowing that you are no longer numb
That you can feel and control
Have real control of your emotions
The humble blade
So comforting, yet so destructive
Is your only friend
