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Why I Stopped Writing
Here's a little story about me,
about my skill to paint a grim little scene,
to make the mind creak,
to talk of those things which we don't like to speak.


I was a girl of sixteen and I had a dream,
to exist so broken hearted that I would know,
know to the core,
that love was as real as I thought it should have been.


I was dramatic to say the least and wrote poems spanning ages,
wrote of crashed cars and seeing those eyes again later,
FEELING that stare,
knowing that though time had passed, 
he'd not actually gone anywhere.


English class came, 
seemed so lame,
most days in the back with the boys,
getting out of work with the most clever ploys.


Then one day the teacher said,
we could share our writing,
with all the others,
to my in
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Try not to cry (please read)
> >>> > > >>> > > >>> > Mommy.. Johnny brought a gun to school, > >>> > > >>> > > >>> > > >>> > > >>> > > >>> > He told his friends that it was cool, > >>> > > >>> > > >>> > > >>> > > >>> > > >>> > And when he pulled the trigger back, > >>> > > >>> > > >>> > > >>> > > >>> > > >>> > It shot with a great crack. > >>> > > >>> > > >>> > > >>> > > >>> > > >>> > Mommy, I was a good girl, I did What I was told, > >>> > > >>> > > >>> > > >>> > > >>> > > >>> > I went to > >>> > school, I got st
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THIS IS FOR YOU.
Hey you, yes you,
The girl in the mirror
The one who feels
She will always be inferior
I’m talking to you
The one who isn’t the right size
The right height
The one who isn’t somebody’s “prize”
I know it may seem
That your ‘Midas’s touch’ is broken
And everything you touch
Is ruined.
You are unique,
Even if it doesn’t seem true,
You are perfectly wonderful
At simply being YOU
Hey you, yes you
The one with the cuts across her arms
Playing a game called life
That you never seem to win
Hey you, yes you
The girl who never eats
Don’t worry about being perfect
It’s not possible, so why chase a false dream
I know it seems that the grass may be greener
On someone else’s yard
But the ‘water bill’ is always higher
To keep up that illusion.
The girl who cries herself to sleep
The ones who are scared of the dark
The ones who are scared to be touched
The ones who are scared to speak up
Hey you. YES YOU!
I
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Literature
If you are a victim...
If you have ever faked a smile
Slit your wrist
Cried yourself to sleep
Wished yourself gone
Chased a dream (and lost it)
Ended up in a nightmare…
Broken down
Turned away from your “friends”
Been bullied
Been stereotyped
Tortured yourself over an error
Hated yourself…
Wished,
Dreamed,
Lost,
Died inside,
Feared.
If you are a victim…
Remember to stay strong.
Because you’re only a survivor
If you
NEVER
Give
Up.
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R.I.P.
Did anyone notice that she winced if you raised your arm?
Did anyone notice that her eyes were wide with alarm?
Did anyone notice that she never looked you in the eye?
Did anyone notice that her voice was but a sigh?
Did anyone notice that her skin was always bruised?
Did anyone question whether she might be abused?
Did anyone question why she walked in obvious fear?
Did anyone question why one day she did not appear?
Did anyone recognize her face on the six-o’clock news?
Did anyone see her remains pulled from the river refuse?
Did anyone care that this quiet girl no longer exists?
No.  No one did. And she will never even be missed.
R.I.P.
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I can't say what's on my mind
I can't say what's on my mind
No world to listen with their time.
I can only go and mine
While you all sit and dine all fine.
And you won't stand to make a dime
Off me, or any of my lines.
So while you all sit and dine
I will, be fightin time.
And it's a challage like no kind
And I'm just stuck in a bind.
Because.....
This is a Nightmare
I can only Scream and Shout.
This is a Nightmare
I can't ever get out.
This is a Nightmare
I can only stand and laugh.
This is a Nightmare
While I only see the Aftermath.
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I don't know why you tal
I don’t know why you talk to me
I can’t free myself from the possibilities
Of everything that gives you hope
But everything that tears mine down
But I will stand firm in my belief
That some day, we’ll come to meet
And on that day, ill find the worth in me
So ill stand up for my freedom
My chance and my dreams
While I cast aside all my of great teams
No one will have me at all but I will not fall
To the endless despair that covers us all.
In the times that people that people talk to me
I find my hope lost in their eyes
My knowledge and my pleads cast on blanked stares
Yet I will find my doorway out
Of this wasteland
This garbage dump
I will become like this eternal robbin hood
Nobody’ll stop again and again
My strikes will come quickly and save those from
The endless despair that haunts us all.
Don’t stand next to me
There’s absolutely nothing left to see
I hate you all
But it’s all gone
Nothing left to save
Just more to be lost
I can’t ta
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Forever May You Shine by EvilWizardKairon Forever May You Shine :iconevilwizardkairon:EvilWizardKairon 1 0
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...
Wanna kill yourself? Imagine this:
You come home from school one day. You've had yet another horrible day. You're just ready to give up. So you go to your room, close the door, and take out that suicide note you've written and re-written over and overand over You take out those razor blades, and cut forthe very last time.You grab that bottle of pills andtake them all. Laying down, holdingthe letter to your chest, you close your eyes for the very last time. A few hours later, your little brotherknocks on your door tocome tell you dinners ready. You don't answer, so he walks in. All he sees is you laying on your bed, so he thinks you're asleep. He tells your mom this. Your mom goes to your room to wake you up. She notices something is odd. She grabs the paper inyour hand and reads it. Sobbing, she tries to wake you up. She's screaming yourname. Your brother, so confused, runs to go tell Dad that "Mommyis cryingand sissy won't wake up."
Your dadruns to yourroom. He looks at yourmom, cryin
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What We Know Know
We  used  to  think  a  smile  meant  you  were  okay,
We  were  wrong.
We  used   to  think  “I’m  fine”  was  the  truth,
We  thought  wrong.
We  used  to  think  depression  and  sadness were  the  same,
We  were  horribly  wrong.
A  smile  can  hide  so  much  pain.
A  smile  on  their  face,
A  sobbing  person  that  night.
“I’m  fine”  are  two  simple  words.
Sometimes  they  speak  the  truth.
Sometimes  it’s  a  simple  lie.
Sadness  shows,
Depression  is  hidden,
In  someone’s  soul,
To  never  be  seen.
We  used  to  think  we  knew  the  truth  about  pa
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Morgan
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Hi. I'm often refered to as Kennar, Kenna, Morgan, Morgs, or often times "that girl over there". I prefer Morgan or Kenna but you can call me anything really (although please avoid "that girl over there"), I'm pretty open-minded as far as nicknames go. I am a poet. I write sad poetry most of the time. Please don't judge me for what I write. Poetry is a metaphoric journal for me. If I've had a bad day, my poetry shows it. I don't fit in at school. I'm often bullied and feel sad. I would consider myself a loving friend and would love to belong to a community. Thanks for accepting me.

Always,
Morgan

PS :iconravynflight: is my stepsister :)

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Hello everyone. I am deactivating my account. I've created a new one, HurtingToBeAWriter. I'll leave a comment with my new account. Sorry but this is something I need to do. Thank you for understanding.

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Peter-The-Knotter Featured By Owner Jan 7, 2014  Student Artisan Crafter
Hey you! Happy New Year!  I noticed you stopped by... how you dioing? hope all is well in your world! me?, busy v. v. busy! OK, :hug: ciao for now!, Peter.
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TheKnottedPoet Featured By Owner Jan 11, 2014  Student Writer
Hey :) Happy New Year to you too! I'm doing... alright I guess. I created a new account and will be deactivating this one soon so if You'd be interested in following that one it's HurtingToBeAWriter.
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Thanks for the fave and watch <3
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TheKnottedPoet Featured By Owner Aug 9, 2013  Student Writer
No problem. Thank you for the watch as well :)
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Hey welcome to MusicNotesNPoems!  This where the party be at
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