Kiss me Im Irish....
anyways, yeah....so i was talking to clay and he went through some old poems he had, and i know i sound like a copy cat but i kinda wanted to do that to. so yeah here are a few old poems of mine, some recently new, there kinda depressing. but i was in a depressed state....so yeah......
when you look at me,
what do you see?
do you see a girl
who had attempted suicide,
more than once.
do you see the slits,
going up and down her arms,
can you tell she is confused?
she doesn't know where to go,
or what she wants to do
can you see the empty bottle of aspirin,
that was full an hour ago
she isn't here, and hasn't been all night
she spent the night at the hospital,
with a tube down her throat
because somebody actually cares.
and even though she survived,
she still feels dead inside
another day goes by,
another plan going through her mind
nobody can stop her this time
after another year she is nothing,
except skin and bones.
peoplle are staring constantly,
and her clothes that once fit, are now too big.
her friends start to notice and ask her why,
but she can't answer,
because she doesn't know
her life isn't bad,
it could be worse
her parents aren't divorced,
just crazy
she has so many friends
well she did at one point.
but still the question remains,
Why?
with this mask i hide behind
i am the person you want me to be
happy and energetic
without this mask i hide behind
i am a person you have never seen
torn, broken, depressed, absentminded
with this mask i hide behind
you think you can see me
easy going laid back and caring
without this mask i hide behind
i am a person i don't like
heartless, cold and unwanted
wich one is the real me
i don't even know anymore
take this knife from my hand
and drag it down my wrists
let the blood rush to my wound
let my problems come pouring out
my problems nobody can see
can see them happen in my head
my fucked up thoughts that flood my mind
why must everything end this way
i stand in this room crowded with people
scraming my head off
but you stopped caring, along with everyone else
"quit being a bitch" she says
a door slams in my face, no more doors are open
i am stuck in an empty space with no help from no one
the scar is starting to form,
a good match fo all my others
for all the people who left their mark on me
this is how my life is lived,
through others,
i am not independant
.....yeah the next one i wrote in siegerts class at the begining of february and yeah i don't really feel like any of these poems now but, they are a part of my past, and i can't change it so yeah anyways.....
Jennifer Michelle McNeill
wanting to be called "skye", different from anything else.
the coordinated, well balanced tabby cat inside me,
wants to run free from pressure.
Look inside my heart, to see, a lock,
to protect my feelings of hurt.
Broken, written across my forehead,
hoping someone will come to fix me.
I miss the sound of your voice
and i loathe the smell of our sweat together,
after we've made love.
the night is when i can be alone, left with my thoughts
my hands would speak everything i wanted to say to you
still, i hear my mother "he wasn't worth your time."
yeah anyways i guess i am done for tonight....talk to you people later
when you look at me,
what do you see?
do you see a girl
who had attempted suicide,
more than once.
do you see the slits,
going up and down her arms,
can you tell she is confused?
she doesn't know where to go,
or what she wants to do
can you see the empty bottle of aspirin,
that was full an hour ago
she isn't here, and hasn't been all night
she spent the night at the hospital,
with a tube down her throat
because somebody actually cares.
and even though she survived,
she still feels dead inside
another day goes by,
another plan going through her mind
nobody can stop her this time
after another year she is nothing,
except skin and bones.
peoplle are staring constantly,
and her clothes that once fit, are now too big.
her friends start to notice and ask her why,
but she can't answer,
because she doesn't know
her life isn't bad,
it could be worse
her parents aren't divorced,
just crazy
she has so many friends
well she did at one point.
but still the question remains,
Why?
with this mask i hide behind
i am the person you want me to be
happy and energetic
without this mask i hide behind
i am a person you have never seen
torn, broken, depressed, absentminded
with this mask i hide behind
you think you can see me
easy going laid back and caring
without this mask i hide behind
i am a person i don't like
heartless, cold and unwanted
wich one is the real me
i don't even know anymore
take this knife from my hand
and drag it down my wrists
let the blood rush to my wound
let my problems come pouring out
my problems nobody can see
can see them happen in my head
my fucked up thoughts that flood my mind
why must everything end this way
i stand in this room crowded with people
scraming my head off
but you stopped caring, along with everyone else
"quit being a bitch" she says
a door slams in my face, no more doors are open
i am stuck in an empty space with no help from no one
the scar is starting to form,
a good match fo all my others
for all the people who left their mark on me
this is how my life is lived,
through others,
i am not independant
.....yeah the next one i wrote in siegerts class at the begining of february and yeah i don't really feel like any of these poems now but, they are a part of my past, and i can't change it so yeah anyways.....
Jennifer Michelle McNeill
wanting to be called "skye", different from anything else.
the coordinated, well balanced tabby cat inside me,
wants to run free from pressure.
Look inside my heart, to see, a lock,
to protect my feelings of hurt.
Broken, written across my forehead,
hoping someone will come to fix me.
I miss the sound of your voice
and i loathe the smell of our sweat together,
after we've made love.
the night is when i can be alone, left with my thoughts
my hands would speak everything i wanted to say to you
still, i hear my mother "he wasn't worth your time."
yeah anyways i guess i am done for tonight....talk to you people later