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Silence

Boxed up inside they sit alone
Never is their presence known
"It's not healthy!" They all yell
Little do they know that my life is hell.

(Chorus)
In silence I sit 'til the day I die.
The cause of this, I'll never why.
Close friends look, think, and see all the signs,
Of a suicidal girl who within me lies.
But I will not lose, will not break, will not cry.
My emotions will forever stay in my box,
Where no one can remove the locks.
I'll stay strong, smile, and joke,
Even through all the pushes and pokes.
Organization will be therapeutic, chaos will make me weak,
But through only cuts will i ever speak...

They take away my friends and freedom
Make me want to blow myself to kingdom come.
I'm all alone now, no longer will they stay,
Neat and clean, in their own little work and in their own way.
No longer can they sit, now they will only take.
I'm gonna cry, gonna bleed, gonna break,
And I know I can't do it by myself, I'm only one.
If I want to make it through, one cut will turn to tons.

(chorus)

Suspicions come, suspicions go,
To them my injuries seem to glow.
I try to hide them my very best,
But they haunt me now, never seem to rest.
I must find a way to get out of this rut,
Another place, time, space, to cut.
I surely must figure this out.
Or I'll lose this game without a doubt.

(chorus)

Now I'm the one one who is alone,
The cuts have finally made themselves known.
They think I'm anxious, think I'm mad.
They can't accept that I sometimes get sad.
I tell them I stopped, I made a mistake.
They don't believe me, my every smile must be fake.
Now the only thing that will save me, i hate.
I must go to the therapist, they don't know the therapist's too late.

(chorus)

I'm now a statistic, another teen misunderstood.
I'm no longer able to do things other girls could.
I'm now a statistic, another life sucked into depression.
I want to live, be normal, but they me wishin'.
I'm now a statistic, another teen who wants to rebel.
They don't see my life gone to hell.
They think I'm a statistic, that's what they see.
I swear now, I'll never let them see the other side to me.
They'll never see the other side of me.

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  • xxxtwlohaxxx
    April 28, 2009

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    Omg i love this peom its like the song of my life ur like the person that will understand i cried because it was amazing!!!


  • Immortal Obscurity gold member
    April 26, 2009

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    Welcome to Allpoetry

    I'm still in shock. It saddens me to see that we, as a society, have failed our kids. People can be so cold and unfeeling, then they wonder why kids as young as 6 are cutting themselves... I remember, as a teenager, being told to sit down and shut up. My parents said I had no right to be sad/angry/etc., yet they were surprised upon finding out that I tried to kill myself. I guess one has to have been there to understand, though I'd never wish it on anyone

    Every time I read poems like this, it makes me so sad that young people know the kind of pain that drives one to such desperate measures. I hope that poetry will help you to give a voice to your sadness.

    Keep writing

    Laura
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