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Alissa Ross Poem
Darling, oh darling
It's 3 in the morning and i know how you feel
Please, let go of your phone
Flush it
Or smash it
Who cares if he ever calls?
If it was important to him, he would be an idiot to make you wait
Lay down, turn the lights off
Sweetheart,
It's killing me to sit here and hold your hair back as you vomit in attempt to empty the vodka from your body
He shouldn't be making you feel this helpless
You surely can't fix him
And drinking away your problems isn't helping either
When he finally comes running, walk...
The other way
Smile at him, and show him that he's worthless to you
I promise you darling, that will break his heart harder and quicker than you ever broke yours
Don't wreck yourself over a wreck like him
Copyright © Alissa Ross | Year Posted 2015
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Alissa Ross Poem
I could write about the same things every day for years, you, love, miracles, it would never change anything. You're oblivious to my constant battles with myself. I sit here for hours on end bleeding, continuously pouring my feelings out to you but you never even glance my way. I understand that I'm difficult to love, my mind goes a mile a minute and most of the time I'm an emotional wreck. on the contrary, I'm worth it. I am to be greatly appreciated. My sister always told me that my body is a temple and I am worth more than all of the jewels and treasures that money can buy. I am more than the T-shirt and jeans I throw on early mornings. Under the smile and golden locks, I am broken. as I sit at my typewriter with tears rolling down my face, I ponder what we could've been. I grasp my cup of Joe and wipe my tears. I realize that no one knows what kind of girl I am underneath, I am brilliant but reserved, exotic yet content. I laugh at everything, I can't contain my contagious giggles, they practically spill out of me. i'm irreplaceable, and not to be compared to anything or anyone. I love naps, just collapsing into my bed, disregarding the fact that I'm still in my ripped and jagged jeans, Chuck's on my feet and my ex-boyfriend's flannel on my back. i'm confident, and proud. Yet modest. Yes, I will flaunt my better qualities and I will be happy with who I am. because who honestly cares that I'm wearing yesterday's make up again today. And who gives a damn that I drank two red Bulls this morning just to ensure that I'll make it through the day. because if you're not going to help me, I'm going to have to help myself. And I'll be the first to tell you, you have to put effort in if you want to get effort out.
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I find it wrong of you to punish me,
What kind of mother are you trying to be?
In a situation like this, I need help,
Why can't you hear my silent yelps?
It's sad that you're more concerned about you,
I'm your only daughter, I hope you're embarrassed too.
One day I hope you feel like a terrible person,
By not helping me now, my life might just worsen.
Soon enough, you will take the load of blame,
And I will be a wild animal, unable to tame.
Don't come crying to me at that point,
I will do nothing to you but disappoint.
Don't start acting like you care now,
That is one of the many things I will not allow.
Is it not obvious that i don't want you in my life?
Between us there is and never will be any strife.
Some of your actions are so compulsive,
I hate to say it, but you're repulsive.
You ask me why I want to go to college so far away,
And now you're on your knees begging me to stay.
I can't handle being stuck with you all the time,
But still you try to figure out why I'm losing my mind.
I know you're my mother,
But you don't need to swarm and smother.
What don't you understand about me wanting to be alone?
It's like every time I say that, your mind is blown.
Please give me some space, let me be me,
I don't need you to protect me when I fall to my knees.
You make yourself seem like the only person I can rely on,
Please don't try to contact me when I'm gone.
I honestly don't need you mom,
Please oh please, remain calm.
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Alissa Ross Poem
I'm dangerous
Like the piercing pitch of silence
Or like the sound of my heart shattering
Dangerous like
The sharp razor you run across your wrist
The bathroom floor that you sit and cry on
I have a dangerous soul
Full of darkness
And echoes
I'm dangerous
Like the pit bull held back on a rusted chain
I am not to be messed with
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Alissa Ross Poem
You don't need to lie to me like that
Don't worry, your secret is safe with me
But, you're not safe with him
You don't deserve to be lashed out upon
The bruises covering your body weren't drawn
He doesn't deserve a girl like you
And I know you know that too
I'm sorry to say, but a parent shouldn't act like a child
You shouldn't have to see him when he's drunk, out of control, and wild
I hate watching these court trials, as if they're a game of tag
What are you...his punching bag?
They may say life isn't fair
"But please dad, stop pulling my hair"
He thinks this is what he needs to do, this is what he strives
He needs to leave you alone and let you live your lives
Please join with me, put down the booze
Please work with me, to stop child abuse
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Alissa Ross Poem
You don't need to lie to me like that
Don't worry, your secret is safe with me
But you're not safe with him
You don't deserve to be lashed out upon
And the bruises covering your body weren't drawn
He doesn't deserve a girl like you
And sweetheart, I know you know that too
I'm sorry to say that a real parent wouldn't act like a child
You shouldn't have to see him when he's drunk, out of control, and wild
I hate watching these court trials like they're a game of tag
What are you...his punching bag?
They may say life isn't fair
"But daddy please stop pulling my hair"
He thinks this is what he needs to do, this is what he strives
But he really needs to leave you alone and let you live your lives
It's not okay for him to scream and yell
And then threaten to hurt you, if you tell
It must be hard to actually hate your dad
But how could you not if he gets that mad?
I wish you knew that this isn't how it's supposed to be
You're a teenager, you should be having fun, and being free
Don't they see that you're terrified to return home at night?
How do they not see that this isn't right?
I hope you realize that you're so strong
And honestly one day, he'll realize he's so wrong
Please hide when you can, try to keep your space
Do everything you can to protect your beautiful face
Please join with me, put down the booze
Please work with me to stop child abuse.
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I hate how people will drift in and out of my life,
like seasons changing.
It becomes so beyond obvious that I'm not good enough for them anymore,
I'm not good enough for myself.
I know I shouldn't go to bed feeling anything less than beautiful and special,
But now I feel neither.
And I'm sorry,
But it was you who made me feel this way.
Ignoring me like I'm just a box of old toys in your attic is what makes people like me self-conscious.
If you love me like you say you do,
You shouldn't be afraid to tell me you miss me.
I get it,
It's deceiving how I come off as a strong girl who can hold it all together.
But I'm actually super concerned of what everyone thinks of me.
I'm not that innocent girl you think I am.
I lost that innocence when I realized that I was more worried about what people would say,
rather than the blood trickling down my leg.
That was when I knew I had lost myself.
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All I ever hear is the rainstorms that are washing away my thoughts.
I wish I could hear you,
What you have to say,
How you feel about me.
But I can't even think about that anymore,
It's been washed away completely.
I wish I could hear the gentle yet vicious beat of your heart.
If only I could take care of myself,
The way I take care of you.
Maybe then,
Thoughts would still wander the misleading paths of my mind.
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