This is a story of a man & a girl.
For which the man stole the girls light & made her disappear from the world.
The girl felt alone throughout her childhood & teenage life.
It's like someone taking your heart out and leaving it to dry.
The man took his coward way out and committed suicide.
The girl was young and didn't know how to process, so she put her emotions aside.
In doing this, she almost killed herself, one lonely high school night.
She thought no one cared, call a little bit of an oversight.
Parents, I want you to be present & listen.
Some children act out but others are silent to the condition.
To feeling alone and being silenced seems to be the entire world's life mission.
If you have the title, money and a good lawyer, there is no need for conviction.
Yes, it is true you can live your life with the unsolicited darkness within.
Just don't make the abused feel like a burden or a victim or you may never see them again.
If there is anything I want more than success
That thing is joy
Money and success is nothing
If you don't have joy
Last time I felt joy in me
I was a child
I found a way to handle situations
I found happiness whenever I lost it.
My teenage life is nothing like that
There's pressure from everywhere
People expecting a lot from me
Me always putting other people's happiness above me
Me constantly getting anxiety
Getting depressed and forever smiling
But making sure everyone else is happy
Simply because I don't want them to go through the same thing I go through
I just want to get happy again
But again it won't happen
Whenever something happens, I'm not disappointed anymore
It is how my normal life is
Just full of disappointments.
Am I pretty enough?
A question oft asked by adorable little girls,
But also a question lingering
At the back of every teenagers mind.
A question that haunted Me,
Every second of my teenage life.
Am I pretty enough?
I soon stopped asking myself.
'Cuz I always assumed the answer
Would be in the negative.
I looked unto others for the
Appreciation I'd denied for myself.
Am I pretty enough?
I soon stopped wanting to know.
Manoeuvred around every mirror,
To avoid having to answer.
The weighing scales oppressed me, and
Food- such a loyal friend- remained a friend no more.
I am pretty enough,
I finally told myself.
Stopped looking unto others,
And looked deep within.
Stopped obsessing with the scales,
And embraced me for who I am...
Tying knots
Mental state
Who is hot?
Let us rate
Mental games
Teenage life
Goals to aim
Who holds the knife
Broken thoughts
Broken hearts
Connect the dots
Life just starts
You existed
But now you're gone
Life's so twisted
Should've held on
Who would have thought the girl with the bright smile and joy enflamed in her eyes
Sits' in the corner crying herself to sleep every night
Who would have thought the boy walking the halls always giving a hand
Wishs' that when he sleeps the gentle light may seep him off his feet
Would would have thought the girl that ended her own life
Was raped, beaten and bullied at both home and school
Who would have thought our childrens children
Have sought to use weapons and let eragancy become them making them a fool
Who would have thought that no matter how we try for peace
We show our children war is the answer
Who would have thought that our guidence
Has be clouded and no longer is pure
Who would have thought teenage life is harder
When your getting bullied or picked on in school
Who would have thought that a person couldn't walk out of their house
With out fear of being raped, shot, or stabed and death is finally at your door
Who would have thought in life know a day's
Death is more near to our lives then ever before
Who Would Have Thought
Home
Such a long time ago
So very far away
The true memories fade
Replaced by idealistic thoughts
Streets change
The ones you walked are now dead end
Dug up to make room for a new dance club
Even the street you grew up on doesn’t look the same
Buildings change names and shapes
People move away or die
Even the love of you teenage life is long gone
Your favorite food has long past gone
Smitty always made the best chili burgers
Where is he now?
His placed closed up decades ago
There no more family run food joints
They changed into national burger stands
The local personality has died
They say that you can never go back
That home will never be as you remember it
For once they are right
You can never go home again
A sweet little child,
only 16 years old,
never did any wrong,
always did as told.
Homework always done,
in bed by ten,
an honor roll student,
until she met Ben!
Her hormones ran crazy,
grades started to slip,
didn't care about anything,
even school she would skip.
Her mom got angry,
took away her phone,
grounded her for a week,
told her to leave Ben alone!
She didn't understand,
so the child rebelled,
starting fights in class,
until she got expelled.
Partying with friends,
drinking and smoking pot,
her mom caught her,
and gave her one last shot.
She ruined her chance,
she could have changed,
but now a new living system,
has been arranged.
She's in a group home,
still acting out,
she don't understand,
how this all came about.
She was so innocent,
this now troubled child,
a straight A student,
turned bad and wild.
Wanita
Saat lahir ditimang ibunya
Saat kecil wanita digendong ayahnya
Beranjak remaja wanita dipeluk kekasihnya
Kala dewasa wanita diikat getir hidupnya
Setelah menikah wanita diperlakukan istimewa,
Disiksa prianya
Woman
(18/09/2011)
For after born cradled by mom
As a little girl crying in daddy’s arm
Stepping teenage life hugged by love charm
Leapt into adult life, tied by sour-life’s clamp
Filling marriage’s diary with story of champ,
As the first place in beaten and cramped
What is heartbreak?
Heartbreak,
Oh pain
In every teenage life,
Why do you damage our minds
With your insidious
Torturous ways?
Laying awake
For hours at a time
Watching the clock tick
Every second away.
Tick...
Tick...
Tick...
Looking through the reflection
Of your mirror
To see tears sparkle
In the moon light.
Wondering why you weren't good enough,
Why how you aren't pretty enough,
How you aren't small enough,
How you weren't like her...
Dear God,
it's not many times i come to you and i know that's not good, but god i feel like I've
done all i could. Why am i here? I have no clue, but I'm pretty sure you do. I don't even
know where to start, but you've seen it all! I cry day and night, hoping you set it all right.
my smile is my armor, but it's getting weaker & weaker. There's only so much I can take,
God... You should know this if no one else doesn't.. I wish I could name everything I've
been through, but it's just too much... This is the teenage life God, but is it typical??
One question: "Why Me?" .
Lovee,
a child hoping for a blessing :) .
Careless mistakes
Careless memories
my teenage life... breaks down in front of me.
I only wanted to have fun.
I only wanted to try it once.
Why did they try to hurt me?
They said it would be fun.
Yet, they only lied.
I thought they were my friends.
I thought I could trust them.
They only cared about themselves.
Now I'm addicted.
Addicted to careless things and to careless people
I know it was my fault but why did I have to be so...
Careless
I’m a fifteen-year-old girl, who leads a teenage life,
Everywhere I go people offer me advice.
I listen hard as I learn my right from wrong,
When things get tough, I learn how to stay strong.
With gcse’s in my head and not much time for fun,
I just have to remember i’m not the only one.
Peer pressure and confusion, but also hope and glee,
As soon as I get the grades I need the sooner ill be free.
The thought of growing up and the independence that ill need,
The thought of ever failing but also the thought that ill succeed.
This ill have to deal with, this ill learn to cope,
Ill have to keep smiling and never give up hope.
In a way it’s scary but at the same time I cant wait,
I’m moving to the next stage in my life, a stage I know will be great.
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