where were you
 

This is my first time posting but these are my better poems. If you want to read more my website is http://www.fireconsumestheworld.tumblr.com/

Where were you

You said you were there,
That you’d always help.
But where are you now?
When I hurt myself.

I cry and breakdown,
I sit with my razor.
My skin stings like hell,
But it’ll be better later.

I cut out of anger,
Out of fear,
Out of hate.
I also just cut,
To see if I can feel the pain.

Well where are you know?
When I need you the most?
You aren’t ****ing here!
You’re out having fun.

When you get back,
And see all the scars.
You say I need help,
And I just nod.

It’s been two months now,
I’ve finally stopped.
Not thanks to you,
Or any of your “help”

You said you’d be there,
You lied to my face.
I hope you feel good,
For all of my pain.

Hidden Sadness

The laughter of children,
It sickens my bones.
Because I know,
What doesn't show.

The most random fun people.
Are the ones who hurt more,
But they use laughter,
So it doesn't show.

Sometimes I do this,
So nobody knows.
What's wrong with me,
When my emotions overflow.

I stay in my closet,
So my family doesn't hear.
The tears from my face,
From all the fear.

That I'll never be loved,
Always alone.
I cry about this,
When I need someone more.

**** the world,
And all the hate.
The judgemental people,
Who always say.
That I have no life,
That I am not loved.

If you hate me so much,
Then bring a gun.
Shoot me dead,
Because I’m so cold.

Untold loves

Loves pass,
They change so fast.
They need to stop,
Slow down for now.

People miss judge me,
I block it out.
Just ignore them,
When they shout.

My best friend,
Is my world.
They help me,
When others are cold.

All I need,
Is them with me.
So I can be,
Actually happy.

Sometimes I need,
To be left alone.
So I can think,
What I've never told.

They're still there,
When I yell.
For them to get out,
And go to hell.

They stick with me,
To help me though.
These dark times,
That are so new.

really like these poems. x

Thanks

I really like these. The first two seemed like you were reading my mind, nice work!

Haha, thanks! I just felt kinda abandonded but thanks! :)

you're a really talented writer, and i would like to say i know how you feel, but i also know that when people say that to me, even if they are going through similarly painful times, i get upset when others tell me that, so i gave you a hug instead :)

I like these, and I read some more on your website. They're really good, keep it up! :)

A new poem called you betrayed me, Ill be posting all my new poems if I write any in this thread as a reply

I stayed up with you till 3am,
And then I started to let you in.
You said I could trust you,
That you would help me.
But now when we talk,
You try to leave.

When I needed it,
You just went and left.
All you ever saw,
Was some random friend.

Every day now,
Is a living hell.
I wanted you,
But you never knew.

You ignored me,
About everything.
When I started to cut,
To when I let it all out.

All of my feelings,
About how I felt.
You just said cool,
And left to go out.

I didn’t start cutting,
Because of you.
But you added pain,
When all I knew.

Was how to block it out,
But I let you in.
Now I don’t sleep,
I just keep it in.

I wrote this stricly out of anger and pain. This will be the only evidence that I wrote this. I burned the page I wrote this on after I typed it. I didn't save the word document and this will not be going on my site.

I’m tired and hungry,
And want to lay down.
I want to be hugged,
So I let it out.

How I’ve felt about you,
For over a year.
You just smiled and laughed,
And said it was clear.

How I felt,
It was a joke.
You always knew,
And thought it was cute.

I just want someone,
Who knows how I feel.
Let me hold them,
When we both fear.

I had hoped for us,
That we would work out.
You made it clear,
When you turned and shout.

That I was a freak,
And should go kill myself.
I went and sat down,
While you turned around.

You walked away,
Just left me there!
I hope you’re happy!
You made me what I am.

You made me cut,
Deeper than before.
Blood ran down,
To the floor.

Well now I’m fine,
And you don’t care.
I hope you feel my pain,
You ****ing bitch.

these are really good.

As I sit here with my razor,
I think of slicing my skin.
Seeing if I can still feel the pain,
If it still stings.

I wonder,
If it would still feel cold.
Then a warm sensation,
As the blood flows down my wrist.

As I sit here wondering,
I remember my promise.
It was late at night,
And we were talking.

You were horrified,
When I told you I cut.
We just talked.
And eventually promised.

That I would never cut,
Never again.
No more scars,
And no more pain.

So now I sit here,
Looking at a knife.
Watching it glisten,
In the light.

I walk to the corner,
And throw it out.
I leave it behind,
As I walk forward.

This is about my friend who stopped cutting last winter.

The thermometer hits zero,
and you look outside.
Snow is falling,
blood’s inside.

Scattered across,
the floor that’s new.
Its dripping down,
and falling threw.

Warm sensations,
run through your arm.
You’re horrified,
at what you’ve become.

The razor drops,
as you decide to stop.
No more blood,
will fall from your cuts.

You pull out your book,
and write it down.
The day you stop,
but the blood’s pouring out.

You get a rag,
and wipe it up.
Then tie it around,
all of your cuts.

As you stand up,
to walk outside.
The snow stops to fall,
And you just walk by.

I enjoyed reading through these :) They're quite good. Sad, of course, but relateable (to me, anyway).
Keep it up :)