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Amanda Smith Poem
I dream in darkness.
I sleep to die.
Erase my sorrow.
Erase my lies.
Our burning ashes,
Blacken the day.
A world of nothingness.
Take me away.
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Cut my wrist,
And darken my eyes.
Soften those voices,
Quiet their lies.
It's all the same,
The past will return.
The marks on my wrists,
Are now starting to burn.
Nothing can shake them,
Silence the sound.
All of the voices,
Are breaking me down.
My head says no,
But my heart begs and pleads.
Sitting here, crying,
While my wrist slowly bleeds.
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Amanda Smith Poem
Hush little baby, it’s all right,
Go on and get some sleep tonight.
I will be here when you rise.
Go on and rest your weary eyes.
Hush little baby, don’t make a sound,
Remember me when I’m not around.
I am watching you where you lie.
Quiet little baby, please don’t cry.
Hush little baby, don’t make a move,
Your body is mine to sooth.
Take a breath, release it slow.
I will be with you wherever you go.
Hush little baby, hold on tight,
I'll love you with all my might.
I promise you that I will wait.
Arms wide open at Heavens gate.
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Amanda Smith Poem
As my tears soaked the pillow below, my sobbing state broke the silence of the wind. The pain in my chest, too painful to be broken, too hurt to be whole. I look up to see a mirror. In my eyes, I saw no soul.
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What would happen if no one knew I was still living?
Put in a whole meant for only one, me.
Clawing at the tomb where I was laid to rest for eternity.
My sanity slowly starts decaying.
My breathing becomes more shallow; no way out.
No one knows that this is how I feel everyday,
Like I’ve been buried alive.
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To the end and back again. Around and back to the places I've been. Like a carousel that's never sleeping. My thoughts melt away, but my body keeps leaping. This never ending ride spinning out of control. You're waiting until it takes its toll. Your life is lost, nothing more then the dust of the memories as the ride slowly starts to rust. Buried lies starting to reveal, accompanied by their forgotten appeal. Decaying reminders of a long ago love, follow you under with no light from above.
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Amanda Smith Poem
What can you say to me that I haven’t already heard?
You haven’t even said anything, but I know your every word.
You’ll tell me that you love me; you’ll tell me that you care;
You’ll tell me that through anything, you will always be there.
I believed it once, a long time ago,
On a star filled night like this.
You told me you loved me more then anything,
But I never felt it in your kiss.
Why is it I still dream of you?
I can’t get you off my mind,
But the love you claimed so strongly before,
I still cannot find.
I think about you every moment,
But you don’t even see,
The pain you caused so long ago,
Still hasn’t let me be.
I need to leave this all behind,
A life of pain and sorrow.
So save all your wasted words,
For the girl you’ll love tomorrow.
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Amanda Smith Poem
He smiles; I cry.
He is brave; I am shy.
He can love; I'm alone.
He's amazing; I'm unknown.
He is beautiful; I'm a mess.
He is happy; I'm depressed.
He is fake; I am real.
He is heartless; I can feel.
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The blood that runs slowly down my skin,makes everything in the world feel alright again.
Don't miss me when I'm gone, be happy I was there. You never really loved me, you never
even cared. My head says no, but my heart begs and pleads. Sitting here, crying, while my
wrist slowly bleeds.
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I found a knife in the kitchen and started cutting my wrist. I kept cutting until I lost so much
blood that I went unconscious. The next thing I remember was waking up in the hospital with
Jania beside me. She told the police and the hospital that she was my sister so they wouldn't
contact my parents.
When I could leave the hospital, I started to drink. I drank more then a 30 year old man
could. I ended up going into AA where I met 15 year old Noah. Maybe it was because he
reminded me so much of Connor, but we bonded so quickly. Noah was in a band that I
became a part of. I then met one of Noah's friends named Brandon. We started to date,
Brandon and I, and I thought he was everything that I needed. Brandon turned out to be
abusive and controlling. I couldn't leave him up until the night he raped me. The only reason
I could was because I hit him so hard in the head with the metal bat next to his bed that I
gave him a concussion. I ran from his house, and I ran right into Noah's arms. We dated for
a short period of time but ended up breaking up because we were too good of friends. We
still are friends to this day.
I dated a few people after him which led me to high school. I went to a school in a different
town. I met my current boyfriend named Pat. We were only dating a few months before I got
social anxiety and didn't leave my house for 6 months. I ended up having to transfer schools.
I had to come to my towns school so I could be in a special program for other people who
have the same problems that I do.
Jania joined the army about a year ago, and I met someone named Kevin. He was very
sweet and made me feel safe in Jania's absence. Like everyone else I've come to know,
Kevin left me alone, making me worse then I already was.
I found out a few days ago that Jania was killed in the war. Her legs were blown off and
because she was so small, she lost too much blood to survive. The girl that helped me
through everything is gone now. The people I've loved have all passed again and I will never
see them again. Nothing will ever be normal for me, and I will never feel safe. Maybe life
was planned out for me and all of this was supposed to happen. Maybe I was meant to be a
suicidal girl with anxiety, depression, anger management issues, trust issues, abandonment
issues and a recovering alcoholic. My life has given me the opportunity to love and cherish
every moment. So that's my life so far.
Sucks, doesn't it?
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