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Genevieve Scythe Poem
Happy children play.
In the green field, not so gray.
A ball in the air.
Copyright © Genevieve Scythe | Year Posted 2024
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Genevieve Scythe Poem
A dark void, my soul completely destroyed
Everything wrong hit me, like an asteroid
The wrongdoings I’ve done, the pain I've faced
The tears I’ve shed, and the sick aftertaste
I’m often misunderstood, called “Emo” and “sad”
But they don’t see my thoughts, and they should be glad
There’s more to see, but it’s a lot for me
Everyone around me is strong, like a tree
But I am only a wilted flower,
As everyone looks down, often towers
I weep in silence, my hopes and dreams crushed
And so I often feel my voice is hushed
I seem to blend in with the rest of the tree’s
And so I collapse, and I’m finally free.
Copyright © Genevieve Scythe | Year Posted 2025
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Dagger, In my heart.
Downcast, lonely, fears consume,
Those who have pure hearts.
Copyright © Genevieve Scythe | Year Posted 2024
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A knife on the desk
"To be or not to be" says
The intrusive thoughts
Copyright © Genevieve Scythe | Year Posted 2024
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Genevieve Scythe Poem
I'm sick of the silence
I’m sick of the distance
I’m sick of hiding
I’m sick of being someone i’m not
I’m sick of trying too hard just to fall short
I’m sick of the lies, the lies that keep me up at night wondering if this was a canon event that changed my life
I’m sick of trying too hard just to fall short, over, and over again
I’m sick of the loss of friendship in our society
I’m sick of the tension
I’m sick of being a teen
I’m sick of feeling
I’m sick of the anxiety and overthinking
I’m sick of the mood swings
I’m sick of being a girl, stereotyped and criticized, expected to do the wrong thing.
Copyright © Genevieve Scythe | Year Posted 2025
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“Sing in me muse, and through me tell the story”
Tell me the story of a young girl,
A girl who doesn’t understand her worth
Who basks in depression
But exercises to release pain
Every muscle she has gained is a result of everytime she has been wronged
Everytime something goes wrong she throws herself into something new
She threw herself into her passion,
Her sport
Her skating
Every glide represents the pain she’s faced
Every spin represents the strength she wishes to have
She isn’t like most however,
She went for something which to her felt like shooting for the stars
She went for something most people would consider crazy
A perfect skating season
And when many left her when she tried for something society considered crazy
She stopped dead in her tracks
And looked behind her
She looked at the world differently from that day
For she realized one thing
Her sanity would never come back
And she was stuck with the broken remains of people who were with her in the past
Oh the past
Something she would dwell on for the rest of her life
With how much physical strength she has you think she would also be emotionally strong
However as she takes one long look behind her she breaks like a crumbling statue
She sits there sobbing as the winds change
Realizes the dark side of solitude
She experiences grief
Her aunt moves away, friendships changed
And it was a hard period in her life
For she had been betrayed by who she thought she could trust
For it felt like the world was spinning out of control
Her mind racing, her heart thumping
She tried to pick herself up again but her legs felt heavy
So what more could she do but just sit there and sob
The pain enfolded her like a blanket of cacti
In sorrow she heaved herself upright and ran.
Ran till her legs could give out
Everything inside her told her to stop but she ran
For she wanted the physical pain to match the emotional pain
And the emotional pain would soon break the balance
She rushed home for she realized her mistake,
She stood there staring, for a good reason too
Her house had been burnt down so she was bluer than blue.
She rushed inside with confusion
And came out with anger
One thing was for sure
She was bound to seek revenge.
Copyright © Genevieve Scythe | Year Posted 2024
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Prologue:
A new kid joins an already troubled elementary school
He sits alone on the first day, and no one dares to sit next to him
For if they dared, their social status would be reduced to a pile of rubble.
For a while everyone just left this kid alone, and no one dared to figure out the root cause of his absentmindedness.
Not the teachers, Not even the parents
Over time whenever the kid tried to speak his truth he was denied by his classmates
Denied by his teachers
Denied by everyone
So like many others he gave up fighting an already corrupted system in which he was shoved in.
He did as he was told,
Until he couldn’t take it anymore
And ran away.
But he would come back, for those who have wronged him.
No, even bigger.
He would come for the system.
An Elegy about a School Shooting
If you can, imagine elementary school kids just walking in their school hallways
The birds were chirping,
The sun was shining
And all it took was a gunshot
A student falls to the ground and chaos ensues
People are screaming fleeing the building
One, two, more children fall to the floor
All it took was 20 minutes and so many lives were lost
The children that survived will never be the same
Trauma, PTSD, Depression
And the families of those who died will be forever in grief
Grief because of their loved one and the life they could’ve lived
But like everything, nothing is permanent in this world
So take a moment of silence and envision the state of a glorious elementary school
Before the chaos, before the fire
Now envision the same elementary school with blood on the windows, all over the floor, bullet holes in classroom doors, shattered glass.
But as I said, nothing is permanent, and so I come to terms with the anger inside of me, wanting to do something about our corrupt world.
But as hard as it is, chaos is needed for change, A flower doesn’t grow unless it’s watered.
Oh how badly I wish people would work to save lives
Instead of demolishing innocent ones
Demolishing futures
Demolishing any chance of contribution to our society
Demolishing any chance of hope
Demolishing loved ones.
Copyright © Genevieve Scythe | Year Posted 2025
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I breathe hurt
What if all those rumors were true?
The rumors that shipping two young people together only made it true?
What if those rumors were so true that I tried so hard to make things work when I realized I was rushing?
No, it didn’t go that far,
My one true friend isn’t with me, not in the same school, and far away from contact.
Everyone else just feels like a faux.
Like robbers taking a piece of my life that has dwindled to nothing.
I’m exhausted.
I’ve been torn apart, spread so thin people can see right through my smile that hides the depression I hold deep within me.
I’m spread so thin I’ve forgotten how to hide my emotions, and so I constantly contradict myself.
I want to run from my problems.
I know it isn’t the answer, but would it hurt to just put my problems on the back burner until I have to deal with them?
The more I run, the more I fear the future, and the less I run, my emotions take the best of me.
Which option seems to be better?
That I don’t know.
One that I probably will never know.
“Healing is a process,” People say.
Have they faced my mental breakdowns?
Have they faced the hurt I went through and the embarrassment I’ve faced in my family?
Have they faced my mixed emotions? The times where I’ve thought this is too much to handle but I can’t give up because I don’t have the guts to?
Have they faced the fact that half of the time these mental breakdowns happen to me because I feel lonely, scared, and anxious? All at once?
However, In one swift motion, everything I love gets ripped away from me.
So much so that it makes me weak,
So, my final question.
What if I never existed?
What if I meant nothing to anyone so it wouldn’t hurt this much like it does right now?
Because this is truly what pain feels like.
I’ve lost myself,
I don’t know who I am, or why I’m here.
I’ve disappointed too many people in this lifetime and failures shouldn’t define you, should they define you and you have dug yourself into a deep hole.
Maybe I shouldn’t exist, so that the ones who mean a lot to me in my life don’t have to suffer from my poor decisions.
If
There
Was
A
Way
To
Fade
Copyright © Genevieve Scythe | Year Posted 2024
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Did you ever feel the same way I did?
You claimed to love me more than I loved you
But then why? oh why are you gone?
Was it me? Was I too clingy?
Did I rely on you too much?
Was that my flaw?
Or is there someone else
And you've just moved on
Moved on to pretend we didn't exist
Moved on to demolish the friendship we had
Moved on to obliterate my tough heart in pieces
And so I stand there looking at the pieces
And watch as you drift away
So I lie there and just sob, because I can't hate you for hating me.
When I already wish I was dead
Copyright © Genevieve Scythe | Year Posted 2025
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Why is nothing permanent?
The friendships i’ve lost and the self respect that's slowly diminishing into dust
Tiny, miniscule dust
It fades away after a day or two
I act like i’ve moved on but no one has seen
They haven’t seen the true me and I plan to keep it that way.
The true me doesn’t contradict
The true me doesn’t stay inside the lines
The true me doesn’t overthink
The true me should forget and move on,
Be the little ray of sunshine that everyone expects
The true me would meet society’s expectations
But as I’m writing this I realize that the “true” me doesn’t really exist.
It’s what society expects out of me.
Copyright © Genevieve Scythe | Year Posted 2025
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