I am falling.
Down a dark hole.
An unseen hole.
A dark cold hole.
I feel the cold air around me.
I feel the cold hands reaching for me.
The cold eyes learing at me.
The smell of death in the air.
Not knowing where to turn.
Not knowing who to trust.
I am falling.
I feel the death aproaching me
I can smell it.
I can feel it.
I can almost taste it.
I know its near me.
Yet I am not afraid.
I do not care.
I welcome it with open arms.
I long for it.
I need it.
I want it very badly.
I deserve it.
I know this.
Yet I cry and scream.
I need to be and to feel loved.
All this hatred around me.
I cant take it anymore.
I am done.
I know I will not be messed.
I do not care.
I know that they will live one and forget me.
I do not care.
They will be better without me.
I care so much.
I love them all.
I need them all.
But in the end I will lose them.
I know this.
But I know they will be better off forgetting me.
I am sorry.
I never should have told anyone.
I needed someone to lean on.
I needed a kind word.
But all I did was hurt the people i love and care about.
The end is near I know this.
I just want to be heard
To be understood.
To be loved and wanted.
I love with monsters.
I am beaten.
I am broken.
I cry.
Kick.
Screams.
And yearn for my freedom.
I know I will never get that.
But I am grateful for every kind and loving word I receive.
The darkness is getting colder.
I can hear them calling me.
I can feel them getting closer.
I am getting scared.
I am crying.
I am screaming.
I am falling in to this darkness.
I reach out.
But no one is there to take me hand.
I am falling.
In to darkness.
I can feel the end as it aproaches.
The coldness.
I welcome it.
With open arms.
Down a dark hole.
An unseen hole.
A dark cold hole.
I feel the cold air around me.
I feel the cold hands reaching for me.
The cold eyes learing at me.
The smell of death in the air.
Not knowing where to turn.
Not knowing who to trust.
I am falling.
I feel the death aproaching me
I can smell it.
I can feel it.
I can almost taste it.
I know its near me.
Yet I am not afraid.
I do not care.
I welcome it with open arms.
I long for it.
I need it.
I want it very badly.
I deserve it.
I know this.
Yet I cry and scream.
I need to be and to feel loved.
All this hatred around me.
I cant take it anymore.
I am done.
I know I will not be messed.
I do not care.
I know that they will live one and forget me.
I do not care.
They will be better without me.
I care so much.
I love them all.
I need them all.
But in the end I will lose them.
I know this.
But I know they will be better off forgetting me.
I am sorry.
I never should have told anyone.
I needed someone to lean on.
I needed a kind word.
But all I did was hurt the people i love and care about.
The end is near I know this.
I just want to be heard
To be understood.
To be loved and wanted.
I love with monsters.
I am beaten.
I am broken.
I cry.
Kick.
Screams.
And yearn for my freedom.
I know I will never get that.
But I am grateful for every kind and loving word I receive.
The darkness is getting colder.
I can hear them calling me.
I can feel them getting closer.
I am getting scared.
I am crying.
I am screaming.
I am falling in to this darkness.
I reach out.
But no one is there to take me hand.
I am falling.
In to darkness.
I can feel the end as it aproaches.
The coldness.
I welcome it.
With open arms.
looking up into the clear blue sky
i lay in the wet grass wondering why
why is there always someone that's broken hearted
and why are people always breaking them
the pain is always deep
i wonder why the world is the way it is
why do people feel the need to start war
and why do innocent people have to suffer
the acts of those choice others
things are never great but we survive
and i wonder why no one has broken down
and now i wonder how
how do we get up and dust things off
then keep moving without on sign
that something has changed
so then i wonder
how would we thrive if these things
didnt happen and it was all the same
the war and the hurt
never moving forward
never knowing the repercussion of choices
for without knowing fthe poison of something
we can not move on the find the cure
i lay in the wet grass wondering why
why is there always someone that's broken hearted
and why are people always breaking them
the pain is always deep
i wonder why the world is the way it is
why do people feel the need to start war
and why do innocent people have to suffer
the acts of those choice others
things are never great but we survive
and i wonder why no one has broken down
and now i wonder how
how do we get up and dust things off
then keep moving without on sign
that something has changed
so then i wonder
how would we thrive if these things
didnt happen and it was all the same
the war and the hurt
never moving forward
never knowing the repercussion of choices
for without knowing fthe poison of something
we can not move on the find the cure
(alright so this is crap but just go with it. i def wrote it in like 7th grade so... -.-
a little poem desperate attempt to ryme but it gets the point) i want some one to love and them love me in return. i want to know wat its like for my body to truely yern. i want some one to want me, i want one on to flaunt me like some great prize. not hide me like some week old frys. i dont want to be alone, im young and scared of being hurt. but thats only cuz i have watched others be burnt. go down in flames of pain, all just becuz some boy thought love was just a silly game ............ i want to love and be loved in return but i keturah kingsland REFUSE to be burned...........
a little poem desperate attempt to ryme but it gets the point) i want some one to love and them love me in return. i want to know wat its like for my body to truely yern. i want some one to want me, i want one on to flaunt me like some great prize. not hide me like some week old frys. i dont want to be alone, im young and scared of being hurt. but thats only cuz i have watched others be burnt. go down in flames of pain, all just becuz some boy thought love was just a silly game ............ i want to love and be loved in return but i keturah kingsland REFUSE to be burned...........
but still
so many people
around you.
You hide,
you run,
you don't want
them to see you.
Wrapped by fear
you can not escape.
You hide,
you run,
you don't want them
to see you.
Your thoughts
are the only thing
you can hear
clearly,
questions everywhere,
you don't want
to be there.
You hide,
you run,
you don't want them
to see you.
Life
still holds you,
but you feel dead.
Prayer!
Is it all
that is left?
It soothes you,
that moment
of silence.
You hide,
you run,
you don't want them
to see you.
Frozen tears,
soul filled of toss,
darkness stains
your mind,
makes you go insane.
You hide,
you run,
you don't want them
to see you.
