TheKnottedPoet

Every day I hear their whispers They bounce around my head Getting louder and louder Every time they're said My skull is exploding with their words Little do they know Every time their words are said I get closer and closer They don't realise the crippling effect Their words have especially when repeated I am within a hair of following their orders Or answering their question Why don't you go kill yourself already? What do you condone suicide Why should I listen to you You  have no idea how close I am Don't push me Please

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.

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

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.

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 gar