Showing posts with label poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poems. Show all posts

Friday, 13 December 2013

Poems

I wrote those two poems out of severe depression. I barely made out the words, being German is difficult. I just tried to express how I feel through words as much as i could, since no one knows how I feel and i'm so tired of suppressing my emotions.


The Kingdom                                     She's the girl         

She's living in a rainbow                                                  She's the girl at the back of the class
in a high towered castle                                                   she's the girl drowned in black
dressed in diamonds                                                        she's the girl that never talks
and fed with joy                                                               picking up her backpack
                                                                                       and heading home
A beautiful queen
with a golden crown                                                         She doesn't say a word 
sitting on a throne                                                             as she walks to her room
and spreading smiles                                                        straight to her drawer 
                                                                                        where death lies
She starts to hear whispers
coming from behind                                                         A friend with razor-sharp teeth
her walls begin to shake                                                   soothes her skin
and the castle goes crashing down                                    they laugh as she cuts her skin
                                                                                       praying for the end,
                                                                                       her tears stream down
Her dress is torn                                                                 
her shoes are soaked                                                       She hears them talking about her
she's in a darkroom                                                          behind those walls that close in
there's no one left around                                                 they're the only ones
                                                                                       who knew her story 
                                                                                       she's the girl who's screaming inside
The sharp voice screams at her                                        picking up bags of hate
her walls are breaking down                                            every single day
she can no longer fight
it's hard to stay on track                                                   Her emotions claw at the exit
                                                                                        she can no longer bare anymore
She digs her grave                                                            like a tiger that grabs its prey 
and runs the sharp teeth                                                    her thoughts take the best of her
across her skin
                                                                                        Picking up her only friend
The queen has died                                                           making the way across her neck
the grief is back                                                                the razor blade saved her
death has killed this kingdom                                              
And now it's tracing another...                                          blood pours down her chest
                                                                                       it's over now
... Ready for the kill.                                                        no more pain to go...
                                                                                        
                                                                                        ... Now she only hopes to be missed.

                                                                                                                                                                      


Thursday, 29 August 2013

Wrist Cutter

*TRIGGER WARNING; DON'T CONTINUE IF YOU'RE TRIGGERED  EASILY I don't wanna be responsible for anyone's harm*



So..
I wrote this poem when I was depressed.. The day my mom hated me and told me how worthless I am. That I'm mental and I always depress myself.. I did cut that day, but I managed to stop myself from going far too deep and picked up the pen. This is my first poem actually, so it might not be that great. But emotions flowed inside me and that's what I came up with.

Wrist Cutter


The blade dances on her skin 
As shivers creep down her spine
Left alone on the cold damp floor
She struggles with her own thoughts
Everyday she promises to stop
Until crimson blood flows down her wrists
And she realizes what she's done.

The blade seems to be her only friend
What a waste of good clean wrists
She looks in the mirror and cries
Cursing everything that comes to her mind 
Looking forward to the day
That she finally dies

The pain she feels she can no longer hide 
She trusts so easily when people promise
To end up knowing
That promises are lies
Everybody leaves...

She feels unloved unwanted
She cries endless times a day
Holding the blade 
Waiting for the worst to come
And does what she does every single day
She slits her skin

One day she tries to stop
Only to find a black shadow
Hovering over her
Poisoning her thoughts
He crashes her to the wall
Yelling at her beating her up
Urging her to listen to that small voice
That sweet sharp voice
Calling her... Begging her not to leave

She gives in and listens 
Picking up her blade
Who seems to be her only friend
And she slits her skin

She asks him 
He who towers above her
"Am I beautiful now?"
He strokes her hair gently
And tells her she did good
but she's better off dead

Thoughts creep into her mind
Taking control of her hand
What's the point of living 
If there's nothing to live for?

Now it's too late
That girl died
They found her on her bed
Her throat slit every which way

She didn't deserve to die they said
Lies. The walls screamed
You left her, you never cared
"Stop hurting yourself!" 
That's all you ever say

Now it's too late that girl died
She flitted straight up
to where no one could touch her
I guess when you live in hell
Heaven always wins.


that's all.. I hope you enjoyed reading. Thanks for the views!