Best Sadcare Poems
She's bitter, numb and cold.
Doesn't care who she leaves behind.
She doesn't attach to anyone or anything.
It'll just hurt her when they're gone.
Tomorrow she'll leave and never look back.
Regrets she doesn't have any.
She feels no remorse for what’s she's done.
In her eyes she's done nothing wrong.
No goodbyes for voyage a head.
She will stay for no one.
Like a lone ship with no ties.
Wonders without reason but to leave.
She hates the life she’s been given
So many people love her she doesn't care.
Machine programmed to feel nothing.
Feelings make you weak;
She doesn’t allow weakness
She's cruel and cold to keep you away.
Because if she doesn't care there will be no strings.
The power we now witness is only the start
An angry earth she is, her tectonic plates in depart
Seconds later they again meet with abrasive force
The reaction to the action is just a matter of course
Crustal deformation from the abyss of her deep
For she'll care not for, the thousands who will weep
Translucent displacement in furious rise
The energies are now released that will swamp victims cries
Substantial volumes gather at a tremendous rate
No care for our future or the disaster it will create
Whilst out at sea we can can't determine the size
For we will feel the anger as she forcefully applies
Sirens now sounded, on the horizon it's been sighted
Evacuation to the listening, the unheard will be blighted
As it now approaches the shore, wave shoaling compresses the wave
It's speed now slowed down, we now await what it craves
Like a silent assassin it's now ready to pounce
No prisoners it will take as it lands in thunderous trounce
Smashing and crashing as it collects in it's wake
No care for the living or it's material take
The gathering of debris amidst gas mains that erupt
Power lines and buildings feel her anger so abrupt
Losses of many are now caught up in this sadness
From she angry earth, or has she entered madness
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Dear make-up-wearing-emo-kid,
I hope you're having fun. I hope your life is good.
I wish you well, but I'm curious, do you wish the
same for me? I mean, you don't even talk to me
anymore. When you do talk to me, it's to question
me about my sexuality, what clothing I'm wearing
at the moment, basically anything relating to sex.
So, it's hard to tell you apart from those perverted
old creeps you might see on TV, looking up the
skirts of MILF's as they stroll on by.
Dear skinny-confused-emo-kid,
It's not about looks. It's about what's inside.
It's not about sex, it's about the love in a relationship.
It's not about having to lie to me and make me feel
like you love me, because there are millions of girls out there.
I'm not the only one to chase. I'm sure there are lots of other
girls who would just love to let you chase their skirts and
hear you lie to them repeatedly. I'm just sick of it all.
I don't need you, and you sure as hell don't need me.
Dear traitor,
You built me up,
you broke me down.
You got what you wanted.
I hope you're happy.
Wipe the smirk off your face,
I don't care that you've succeeded in making me fall for you
I don't care that you're freaking gorgeous.
I don't care.
I am not your toy.
I am not your slave.
And I am most definitely not your 'baby girl'.
Just because you have my heart doesn't mean that you can control me.
I'm not yours.
I'm my own person.
I'm me.
And there is absolutely nothing you can do about it.
But never mind that now, I must go. Mother is calling me to come to supper. Until next
time, you traitor.
Sincerely,
A-broken-hearten-clown.
Never use to like wearing glasses
Every since I was a child
Now I regret each momment
Wish I could take it back
It would help me
To change my
Unhappy
And sad
Life
If I could go back into time
I'll care more about my eyes
Visit the doctor often
Take better care of me
My vision is what
Should have meant
The world
To me
Pray
Lesson well taught and well learned
Make sure you take care of yourself
Before it is to late
Relieve yourself of pain
Enjoy your life
Live it healthy
You only
Have but
One
FOR A JOURNEY BACK INTO
TIME CONTEST
When will I start to realize
That I need to stop
Stop thinking of everyone else
Stop worrying about things
That I can’t even control
When will I realize that
No matter how much effort
No matter how much heart
It will never be enough for some
They will always just want more
I have give and give
They just take and take
Until I have nothing more to give
When will they do for me
All that I have done for them
When will they appreciate
All the self-sacrifice
When will they stop taking advantage
Of my giving, compassionate heart
When will someone want to love me
Like I always love them
When will someone hurt for me
The way I always hurt for them
When will someone take care of me
The way I always take care of them
I am tired of giving my all
Tired of continuously getting let down
I am tired of no one being reliable
I am tired of feeling so lonely
I am tired of loving
And getting nothing in return
I am tired of always having to prove
Just how much I really do care
But it just doesn’t suffice
It’s always one more thing
Is it so much to ask
For someone to really, truly care
I need to just stop, stop
Stop and start caring for me
If no one else will, I need to
I need to ask myself what I want
I need to worry about me for once
Call me selfish all you want
Because I am no longer thinking of you
Call me selfish all you want
Because you are no longer first
Call me selfish all you want
Because I am going to care about me
Because you won’t and never have
And because you never will....
It is very difficult to envision
The savior
Who will he be ?
When will he come
What color will he be
Height, weight ?
What religion will he be ?
Will he be all that we hoped for
What language will he speak
Will he care who and what we are
Or where we came from will he care about money
Or will he, be a she or neither
What will he do to stop the killing
What can he possibly say that hasn’t already been said
It is very hard to fathom
Have we become so cold
Death and violence are everywhere
That is the cold hard fact, no one is immune
We are a race, running to win the race of survival
A breed, a predator with knowledge
A desperate mass with no focus
A greed driven, power hungry propelled
Adrenaline injected mass of unpredictable prime evil rage
Enveloped in a brainwashed chassis
Ironic how we measure honor, in gallons of blood
At the expense of our own, paying the bill
Unfortunately, we are at our best in the throws of rage
When we are seeking justice for wrongs done to us
If you’ve ever looked, I mean really looked at the violence
Daily !
You realize that you’ve become immune to it
Like a childhood disease
Only affected if it interrupts your life
Terminal, death……..and then the cycle begins again
Destruction's passion stimulated for revenge
Of the wrongdoings done them
Never ending self-service of eternities nocturnal rest
Whether forced or natural, it’s coming, be ready
Eric (and sometimes not)
I want you my love back
I want you back again
Not what you are
but what you were
Every time you were there to wipe out my tears
To give me a hug and a shoulder
But why you changed my love
And why you became a reason for my wet eyes
You used to wait for me for hours
Now I am still looking for you in these late nights
where have you gone my love
But I am still here
With the tears in my eyes
Hoping that you would come back again
You used to hate alcohol and smoke
But now I rarely see you without them
You were the coolest person I ever saw
And now I afraid of talking to you
I never want to fight with you
I never even think of an arguement with you
I don't want to loose you
So, I am still here
With the tears in my eyes
Hoping that you would come back again
You used to care for me
You used to love me truely
But now you never care and no love
Why you changed my love
And I can't change me and myself
I still care for you and love you truely
So, I am still here
With the tears in my eyes
Hoping that you would come back again
Form:
I dont care if you're there...
I dont care if you're not...
I've gotten to the point where...
I'm so much in pain that...
I'm so numb I don't feel...
I don't care anymore...
So move on...
So live your life...
Your better off with her...
Now...I just gotta start believing that...
Like a withered rose with thorns,
planted in dry soil,
you're something so once beautiful,
living now in turmoil
for have not Earth given love with rain
as it dies in need of thirst.
Like such a rose as this,
are you experiencing the dreaded worst?
At a loss of love and care
we are in a state of gloom
For it is love and care that
brings our spirits to its fullest bloom.
Tears
As my tears fall
you scream and yell
without a care at all
You never understood me
You never saw what I see
A pool of tears
have always 'bin'
on the pages of my book
if you would jus, take one look...
you would see.
But you don't care
You jus scream and yell and shout
as I shed my teardrops out.
Soaked and wet
my book's no good
but you don't care
you jus yell, as you always would.
And as I watch my teardrops fall
I could jus wish, to end it all.
The greatest pain in life
is not to die, but to be ignored.
To lose the person you love
so much to another who doesn't care at all.
To have someone you care so about so much throw a party...
and not tell you about it.
When your favorite person on earth
neglects to invite you to his graduation.
To have people think that you don't care.
The greatest pain in life,
is not to die,
but to be forgotten.
To be left in the dust after another's great achievement.
When you show someone your innermost thoughts and they laugh in your face.
For them to always be too busy to console you when you need someone to lift your spirits.
When it seems like the only person who cares about you,
is you.
Life is full of pain,
but does it ever get better?
Will people ever care about each other,
and make time for those who are in need?
Each of us has a part to play
in this great show we call life.
Each of us has a duty to mankind
to tell our others we love them.
If you do not care about your Loveones
you will not be punished.
You will simply be ignored...
forgotten...
as you have done to others.
Sometime
by Amy Swanson, 2008
If you still think of me
the way I think of you
I wouldn't mind
if you just said hello...
sometime.
If you dream of me
the way I dream of you
I wouldn't mind
if you said you missed me...
sometime.
If you care for me
the way I care for you
I wouldn't mind
if you said you need me...
sometime.
but if you love me
the way I love you
I wouldn't mind
if we left all unsaid... until
sometime.
What happens when you give away your heart,
And they throw it right in your face?
What happens when you tell them your secrets,
And they decide to reveal it to the world?
I sacrificed myself to you,
You locked me on a leash and drag me around.
I’m scared and beaten to the end of the line.
When are you going to stop?
I let you inside of me all the way,
And you decided to throw my faults in my face.
You overlooked the good and said,
That there was nothing but everything you killed.
Now you look me in the eyes,
And tell me that you love me.
I see right through you.
This is all one big joke, a lie.
The stole my heart for a while,
Took my entire life from my hands.
I must admit, I let you do it.
I gave my everything to you.
The rest of the world finds you perfect,
But I can see right through the mask.
To me it has become invisible.
Still I let you sit and kill me.
Would quit defying me and wounding my heart?
Stop throwing my darkness in my eyes.
I’m blinded now, I can no longer see.
You’re going to be the death of me.
I guess it’s time to throw away my heart.
Become a figure of everything dead.
No light for you now my darling.
Now I’m releasing myself from you.
Wow. I don’t even know what this is?
Where am I?
What did you do with me?
How do I go on by myself?
I have nothing there inside of me.
I look into the dumpster beside me.
There it is. That heart you destroyed.
Anything is better than having that back.
Now I walk away from myself.
No more life, no love, no emotion.
Now it is time that I go fill this whole.
What am I to fill it with?
What is something that can never hurt me?
I see it in the distance.
Why is it not very pretty?
It looks dreadful from a distance, yet beautiful.
Everything is over now.
My self has gone away to destruction.
It is time that I learn,
That hate is the way to never hurt.
I walk along this desolate world,
Hating every single one of you.
I don’t care if you want to care.
You will never get inside.
Please don’t care about me,
I wish not to hurt you also.
But I will, I promise I will.
I've damned it! I have killed you too.
I am tired
I am weak
I fail at everything
I am weird
I am a freak
No one likes me
No one cares
The one word to describe me is FAILURE
I dont care about these labels
I dont care about anything
the only thing I care about is you
the only person who gets me
but even you dont understand
even you have labeled me
you might even relish the pain you inflict on me
I am fine with pain
I am fine with names
but being utterly lonely
being utterly scared
these are the things I cant stand
I want to talk
but my lips are sealed
and whenever I do say anything
I feel exposed
being shot down
with a single word
stings my soul
its hard to bind what you cant control
its hard to break that which cant be broken
the way I live now
is sleep through life
hoping praying
that someone will listen
someone will care
someone wont label me
someone will see the person
that I was meant to be
what is needed most
is a friend
someone who knows the pain
someone who feels the same need
someone who feels when I need comforting
someone who wont leave
someone who helps
even when I tell them to go away
they stay
even when I say that I hate them
even when I curse them
even when the very thought of being near me repulses them
they still stay near
they still make themselves be heard
they show me that they care
they show me that they want to help
they show me that I am being stupid
even when Im quiet they can see somethings wrong
even when I am talking about something
and not show anyone that I am hurt
they know
and they help
if only such a person existed
if only one person cared
I could live on
knowing that in a world out to get me
I still have someone on my side
all I want is a friend
pure and simple
a friend just like me
with their flaws and strengths
but I also have my flaws and strengths
people see my flaws more easy than strengths
I just want someone who can see my strengths easier than flaws
I may be tired
I may be weak
and I may fail at everything
I might be weird
I might be a freak
no one may like me
no one may care
but if you do
if you can bear to be near me
then show yourself
from the midst of the crowd
come to me with open arms
show me the light that you bear
in this cold world
Form:
I FEEL LIKE IM GOING TO BREAK DOWN
WITHOUT EVEN A WORD OR SOUND
THIS LIFE I LIVE THE TEARS IN WHICH I DROWN
IN THE PAST IT IS TEARING ME DOWN, AND STILL IN 2011 IT IS TEARING ME DOWN
I FEEL SO WORTHLESS, I FEEL PAIN AND SAD
I CAUSED ALL THIS SADNESS, BECAUSE I MADE PEOPLE MAD
AT TIMES IM ALWAYS A LOSER AND KEEP GETTING USED
WHENEVER I GAIN NEW FRIENDS OR HELP THE ONES I CARE 4 I GET SCREWED.
AT TIMES FEAR IS SINKING IN
AND WHEN IM ALONE I FEEL HEAVY RAIN AND COLD MIST RACING THROUGH MY SKIN
WHATS WORSE MEMORIES ARE MISSING
AND MOST OF THEM ARE FADING
SOMEHOW IT MY FAULT BECAUSE I DONT LOVE MYSELF
AND I AGREE IT IS BECAUSE IN REALITY I HATE MYSELF
SO MANY THINGS HAPPEN TO ME AND MOST ARE TO PAINFUL TO EXPLAIN
AND IT KEEPS COMING LIKE A GIANT CLOTHES STAIN.
WHY DO I FEEL SO HAPPY, CHEERY, AND HYPE UP MOOD WHEN I GO OUT
BUT WHEN I GO HOME I FEEL SO MESS UP AND I CANT EVEN SHOUT
I CANT FIGURE OUT WHAT THE PROBLEM IT LIKE I DONT EVEN KNOW WHO I AM
AM I A WINNER OR A LOSER, A PERSON OR A SHADOW, OR AM I REAL OR A SHAM
SOMETIMES I CAN NEVER HAVE PEACE
WHENEVER I WANT IT SO BADLY IT SLIPPED AWAY LIKE GREASE
IT TRUE I HAVE FRIENDS BUT AT TIMES IDK WHO TO TRUST ANYMORE
BECAUSE WHENEVER I CARE 4 SOMEONE IT BACKSTAB ME RIGHT TO THE CORE
AT TIMES I AM A VILLIAN AND AT TIMES IM A HERO
AND MOST OF TIME IDK WHAT I AM SO MOST LIKELY IM A ZERO
WHAT IS GOING ON WITH MY HEAD YOU SAY WHO KNOWS EVEN I DONT KNOW
BUT IT SAD BECAUSE MY LIFE IS A BORING SHOW.
IN THE END IT KINDA FUNNY CAUSE I FEEL LIKE I DONT HAVE A HEART
OH WELL MY HEART IS ALREADY BROKEN SO IT TO LATE IT GOT KILLED BY A SHARD.