Sad Poems

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The walls were built with whispered words, “I love you” but every corner turned To dark, and every sky was bruised, not blue. I walked on shards of shattered glass, To keep your fragile peace intact, I gave away my own reflection, and lost myself within The act. You fed me drops of poisoned rain. And told me it was water pure, You broke the anchor of my mind, then swore you alone could cure. The heavy Air, the endless blame, the shifting lines of wrong and right. I shrunk To fit inside your palm, and let you eclipse all my light. But Something stirred beneath the ash, a quiet spark you couldn’t Drown, I realized the pedestal was just a cage you called a crown. I saw the strings attached to me, I felt the weight of all the lies, And for the first time in the dark, I opened my eyes. It wasn’t Loud, the day i left,

She's the hidden girl. The girl you sit with but never make eye contact with. The girl who's parent's think is doing fine, but as they fade away and ignore her. As she shows obvious signs of her in harm, and needing help. The girl who had something special that she loved, but somebody very close to her shattered it. The girl who drowns in her own thoughts wishing to be seen and heard. She plans to grow wings and fly away from all of humanity. I am The Hidden Girl

I wish to forget myself, forget the family who never cared The mother who was never there The father who never treated me Like a daughter I wish to forget the ghost of My past and the ghost I became I wish to forget the Bad memories that Would roll down my cheeks I wish to forget the sight of me in the mirror To forget the reflection of Black and blue I wish I didn’t forget Forget how to feel Forget how to laugh I wish I didn’t forget How to talk normally . How to act normally. How to be happy. How to be mad I wish many things, to exist is not one

Fix yourself before your broken They don’t want to see you like this On the floor every weekend Your kids are becoming scared of you You never listened…. You sober up Clean up Nothing matters but them You keep their photograph It serves you well You want to be there You want to watch them grow up You want to take their pain Your broken You love them but they’ll never listen She paints you as the bad guy “Because I am" You tell yourself

I am used to bond things… I am used to make knots to your desire I was proud to be me… I never thought I would be above a chair I screamed for her to stop She didn’t listen It was like she couldn’t hear me I watched her write something I wish I could’ve comforted her Tip….Knock…Crack Her mother walks in I am ashamed to be holding her daughter She falls to the floor sobbing “What have you done my sweet baby” She unfoled the note with such care She sobs more Her sobs dwell into the night...

A beautiful presence….. Once cheerful and happy and loving Now faded away….. A watchful dove Flying over the skies from above Watching me.... Still loving me A smile i will never see again- Only in my dreams....

I’m burning out……… Like the fading of a wisper Lost all hope…….. My passion for life fades like a scream in the night……… I long for rest Longing for something real…… A Spark, anything Turn of Events, something to hollow my suicidal Ideals…. “One more chance”

You smiled a bloom so fair and sweet, But poison petals hid deceit. A twisted vine around my heart, Tore my fragile world apart. In your betrayal, I lost my life, Pierced by thorns, a painful strife. My tears fed the barren ground, Where only bitter truths are found. Trust is a fragile, fleeting thing, A butterfly with injured wing. Once broken, cannot take flight, Forever scarred by sorrows bite.

A swirling vortex, dark and deep, Where secrets, in the pages, sleep. It feeds on anguish, love's despair, Transforming blood to words laid bare. Each stroke a sigh, a lonely tear, A vacant room where echoes sear. No hand to hold, no voice to hear, Just ink and paper, ever near. For every drop that stains the page, A poet's heart, locked in a cage, Releases thoughts, a whispered plea, Into the void of memory. But none can see the empty space, The solitude etched upon the face, Of ink-stained lines, so neatly penned, a tale of loneliness, without end.