I still cry.
Why did Ты leave me like this?
Why did Ты have to die?
Now my life is a crisis

Ты knew Ты would rot
There was no god to you.
I would have fought
To keep Ты from being blue

But Ты resorted to a gun
Which left me in hell
Now I run
Trapped inside my shell

I make myself bleed, like Ты did
I starve myself, like Ты did
I hid my feelings like Ты did
Now, Will I die like Ты did?

Maybe if Ты would have stayed
I wouldn't wish for death
I could've been saved
But now, I let out my last breath



So I know this is depressing but it means a lot to me, no rude Комментарии please...
~OfmiceandDes

To give it all away
To be loved one day
Never liking what i saw
Never seen a face this raw

Believing this silly lie
To see this pathetic life
My pain grows stronger
My life go longer

Pain fills my soul
Never able to make my life Whole
To die would be a pleasure
Hateing my life just a measure

The thoughts of suicide
I just want someone to be by my side
Hanging myself infront on mum
My neck soon turns num

Please Ты cry
It was my choice to die
Never able to breath
Mother would never leave

Pain fills me
Getting hit by the bully
Hated it all
Hang myself in the mall

Screams fill my head
Never tucked into my bed
My life was hell
All they ever say is oh well

I call for you
But all Ты do is screw
Falling into water to drown
With and brick to keep me down

All i ever do is pray
That maybe i can stay
But im left to die
All to do is cry

They never shared
They never cared
Lift my up into the light
I know my future stands bright

This poem is all about the beauty of nature that I feel...
This poem is totally opposite to the last poem I wrote"I don't belong to the world"

Look what I see there
those Розы are very dear to me
Hear what I am hearing now
those Пение birds are very dear to me..

This green трава freshens up my mood
that blue sky , gives me a hope
that shiny sun brightens up my smile
These winds are calming my heart

See what I see there
a радуга after a very heavy rain
those Цвета can be seen in my eyes
I can feel the magic of this nature

I am flying with the butterflies
even though I am on land
I am Пение with the birds
even though I don't have a nest.

a man can feel all this nature
when he own the treasure
the treasure isn't the gold
that treasure is just the happiness.

The pain it hurts, It rips and tears.
Unstoppable, But I don't care.
All the lies about me, all the tears that have come.
They're all from Ты and the things you've become.
Don't Ты remember, when we were young and small?
All the secrets we shared, do Ты remember at all?
Now my hatred for Ты is growing strong.
Every insult Ты throw, why must it be so wrong?
That face makes me shake.
How much еще can I take?
Now do Ты see what you've done?
This happened to me.
Congratulations, you've won.
Now are Ты glad that Ты killed me inside?
because now I wish I had really died.
Of course Ты don't, you'll never know.
All the pain and suffering i'll never show.
My сердце isn't mending.
Because all you're bending back.
Only now it's black


So I'm new to this site, I was wondering maybe some Друзья или something? I'm still figuring out this site. So yeah.. First poem posted? Yay? D:

-OfmiceandDes

do Ты truely know who i am
maybe things i write seem happy, depressing, sad?
but am i any of those things?
am i really seen by my personality или by my body

the truth is i hate life
my mother is a bossy rude horrible person
my dad is never home
my sister is a lowlife girl thinking she'll fine a job

i only have TWO friends
most people i know have at least ten
Kenzie parks, Brandon Rector
there is no more

do Ты really think i eat или sleep
do Ты think i go to school
i haven't slept in like a месяц the avoid one nightmare
that never seems to want to leave

i skip school my mom just drops me off then i run
i try to hide from my family
until they find me and hit me или kick me
do Ты really think im happy?

the last time i was happy when a friend died
i stood by her grave smiling
saying "Jess i'll be there soon"
think if suicide worked for her it would work for me

so Далее time Ты see me
ask yourself
am i like her?
do i truely know..canal?

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
BY ROBERT FROST

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and Холодное сердце lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his упряжь, ремень безопасности bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.