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Vanessa Johnson Poem
She's locked in silence and fear, behind that cold glass wall.
She tries with all her might to not give into her darkest temptations.
And grab that stealy cold blade, and watch as her blood comes pouring out.
She lays in desperation waiting...
For nothing.
For everything.
Her desperation takes over, begins to control her.
She cries out in anguish.
Let's it all flow out.
Tears, Blood, Love, Family, Her Life.
It all comes out in one swift motion of her best friend.
Her razor blade.
She closes her eyes and clenches her teath.
Wishes it would all go away, but she knows there's not such thing.
Grew up wanting to die, it was so hard.
Wishing she could be normal like everyone else.
All she wanted is not to be locked in a box full of emotions.
Blood flows down her arm and all she hears is her silent sobs.
Watches her life pass infront of her.
She fades in and out.
Laying in her pool of desperate, worthless blood.
One more breath, those last words.
I love you mom and dad.
Copyright © Vanessa Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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Vanessa Johnson Poem
I’m great, fine, spectacular. In a way
I relish every night, and I live every day.
I live, I laugh, I write, I sing,
I wonder what the new days will bring.
Then I get home, and I take off the mask.
The day, and almost impossible task,
Is finally over, and so I lie Down,
and wait patiently for the day that I die.
I cry, I scream, I bawl, and sleep,
even though I have promises to keep.
I wait, and wonder, and cry some more,
And I ache and burn from my very core.
Then, I’m not alone, and the mask reappears:
Out goes the grief, pain and all of the tears,
As I am a happy person, cheerful all the day.
A world full of rainbow, not one shade of grey.
Of course I’m not okay, I’m not fine,
No matter how much I seem to shine.
I don’t even know why I feel this...
Why my existence is one long, endless abyss.
But it is, and will be, so I cling to life,
As one day I might slip, and end it with a knife.
But, I’m still here, no matter what my dreams might say
And I hope that one day I will actually be okay.
Copyright © Vanessa Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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