RedBullAndVodka
11-28-2003, 10:24 AM
Okay so here are a couple poems I wrote! Tell me exactly what you think! I can take criticism!!:
Help
Sitting alone and crying,
Inside I am screaming,
My heart is dying,
But no one notices.
There is a void,
Yet I can not put my finger on it.
I don’t know what this is,
What is making me cry?
So I am just going to wipe the tears,
And go on my way.
No use in wasting tears,
I can save them for something real!
But does anyone give a damn?
I am standing here,
In the middle of a crowded place,
With tears falling from my eyes.
Do they care?
That these tears that fall,
Could be real?
People stare and they seem to try to care,
But the don’t give a damn!
The continue to walk by,
And ignore my pain.
If they only knew!
Go ahead,
Keep walking by,
Keep pretending that you can’t do anything about it!
You know what,
You can, you fucking can!!!
It seems as if people are just scared,
Scared to stop and offer sympathy.
I would stop!
But I guess they need to be in this position first.
They need to learn to be vulnerable,
Before they can learn to be helpful.
Just stop and ask if I am okay!
That is all I want, You never know,
It could save me from taking my life.
Stop and help people, please!
If you don’t you could be killing that person!!
and
Life of a Troubled Youth
I am a rebel and a goody-goody,
I am a devil and an angel,
I am a bitch and a sweet heart.
I am different but I am the same!
I hate and I love,
I cry and I laugh,
I lie and I tell the truth,
I steal and I give,
I cheat and I don’t,
I participate and I sit in the corner,
I hurt and I help,
I do and I don’t.
I skip school, but I never get caught,
I do drugs, but no one knows,
I drink and get drunk,
But I don’t drink and drive.
I spend Daddy’s money,
He doesn’t bat an eyelash.
I hang with the bad crowd.
I do the things I shouldn’t be doing.
I get into trouble,
But no one notices.
Because I am the perfect daughter,
Daddy’s little angel!
At least that’s what he thinks.
Daddy never notices,
The bad side of me.
Daddy really doesn’t care.
SO what do you think?
Help
Sitting alone and crying,
Inside I am screaming,
My heart is dying,
But no one notices.
There is a void,
Yet I can not put my finger on it.
I don’t know what this is,
What is making me cry?
So I am just going to wipe the tears,
And go on my way.
No use in wasting tears,
I can save them for something real!
But does anyone give a damn?
I am standing here,
In the middle of a crowded place,
With tears falling from my eyes.
Do they care?
That these tears that fall,
Could be real?
People stare and they seem to try to care,
But the don’t give a damn!
The continue to walk by,
And ignore my pain.
If they only knew!
Go ahead,
Keep walking by,
Keep pretending that you can’t do anything about it!
You know what,
You can, you fucking can!!!
It seems as if people are just scared,
Scared to stop and offer sympathy.
I would stop!
But I guess they need to be in this position first.
They need to learn to be vulnerable,
Before they can learn to be helpful.
Just stop and ask if I am okay!
That is all I want, You never know,
It could save me from taking my life.
Stop and help people, please!
If you don’t you could be killing that person!!
and
Life of a Troubled Youth
I am a rebel and a goody-goody,
I am a devil and an angel,
I am a bitch and a sweet heart.
I am different but I am the same!
I hate and I love,
I cry and I laugh,
I lie and I tell the truth,
I steal and I give,
I cheat and I don’t,
I participate and I sit in the corner,
I hurt and I help,
I do and I don’t.
I skip school, but I never get caught,
I do drugs, but no one knows,
I drink and get drunk,
But I don’t drink and drive.
I spend Daddy’s money,
He doesn’t bat an eyelash.
I hang with the bad crowd.
I do the things I shouldn’t be doing.
I get into trouble,
But no one notices.
Because I am the perfect daughter,
Daddy’s little angel!
At least that’s what he thinks.
Daddy never notices,
The bad side of me.
Daddy really doesn’t care.
SO what do you think?