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Justine Hansen Poem
Since you are gone now,
I guess I am all alone.
Once again I am.
Copyright © Justine Hansen | Year Posted 2016
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Justine Hansen Poem
Sometimes when I sit
I have to think a bit
As to why I live
As to what I give
In this world
I am curled
Into a ball
Ready to fall
From the teasing
And the beating
My tears are falling
My enemies are calling
Why do I care
When they stare
When I draw
Then they caw
I draw the thinks I like
Like my panda, or bike
The things I hate
Like bullies or fate
No one sees the tears
I have been crying for years.
Copyright © Justine Hansen | Year Posted 2016
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I posted about having a crush
then the questions started to rush.
Who is it?
Is is someone by whom I used to sit?
My crush is throwing her thoughts in
I fear if I tell that our friendship would be in the bin.
She keeps guessing girl after girl.
The mystery starts to unfurl.
Then she guessed herself.
I wished I could put the conversation on a bookshelf,
High away from me.
That way, I couldn't see
If she liked me or not.
My feelings grew in my stomach like a knot
As the time passed after she saw.
I thought she would think it's against her moral law
For one girl to love another.
Some female other than her mother.
She told me she didn't feel the same,
And to me it was such a shame.
I knew it was going to happen,
but that didn't make the pain dampen.
My crush didn't like me back,
it felt like a knife attack
straight to my heart.
I was being torn apart.
I know why they're called crushes now.
They leave you wondering how
To bring yourself up from this
Feeling of being in an abyss.
They make you feel hushed
And leave your heart crushed.
Copyright © Justine Hansen | Year Posted 2017
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When everything is going down,
and you begin to frown,
a blade to your skin
and the tip is digging in.
Remember your best friend
wouldn't want it to end.
The people who bully you
May be the cause of you feeling blue,
but they'll blame themselves for your pain.
They had nothing to gain.
The teachers will worry about why you aren't there.
People will begin to stare.
At your empty seat,
Where you went.
A note comes in to the room,
tells of why you are gone.
People are silent, tears are shed,
you went to bed
and you didn't wake up again.
your life came to an end.
People asked you not to go,
but you did so now they know
they can't get you back.
Sorrow begins to attack.
People care about everyone.
for some, they have one
that shines like the sun.
The person who thought that about you,
didn't know what to do,
to tell his feelings, but now
it's too late to tell.
The person missed their chance
To ask you to a dance,
or just out on a date.
Such is fate, because it seems to hate
All happy things
just loves its own stings.
Please don't end your life,
it'll cause so much strife.
Your pain might be at an end,
but for another their pain just began.
Copyright © Justine Hansen | Year Posted 2016
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I sit in the back
My world is black
Do you care?
Why stare?
You say you see me
Yet you don't see
The pain I've been through
Or the sorrow blue.
I am invisible to everyone
I want to take a gun
Put it to my head
I wish I were dead.
No one can see me
No one will ever see
If I am dead
Cold instead
of warm
in the storm.
If you have never seen me
You will never see.
If you never hear my voice
You don't get a choice.
I never felt the love
That comes with a dove.
I'm hated
Baited
into traps
And flaps
So why do I live
When I could be dead
Instead.
Copyright © Justine Hansen | Year Posted 2016
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Justine Hansen Poem
I am a poet,
Putting words together now
To form a haiku.
Copyright © Justine Hansen | Year Posted 2017
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Justine Hansen Poem
The darkness is overtaking
it's making
me go insane!
I can't seem to remember my name!
'Please help'
I continue to yelp,
with no reply.
what if I die?
No one would mind,
until they find
me dead
on my bed.
No pulse at all ever
My eyes now will never
open again.
The tears begin
to fall from their eyes
as they cry up to the skies
'why wasn't I there?
why did I just stare
at my screen,
not hearing the screams?'
Now it's too late
on this date,
someone died
others cried.
Can't you see?
The dead was me.
I feel dead inside
On this ride
of life,
full of strife.
I want this numbness in my heart
to just leave, depart.
'Who can help?'
I continue to yelp.
No one replies, so I look to the sky
and say, 'Good-bye'
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Why can't I just let go?
Who would notice if so?
I have many friends and family,
yet I'm the one anomaly.
The lesbian at a Christian school.
The one no one thinks is cool.
In my family, I'm the odd one out.
The on they would forget about.
The one who won't listen,
who they would like to go missin'.
My friends? Yeah, they'd miss me,
but in time they'd replace me, you'll see.
I'm never picked to pair up first,
I certainly am the worst.
They have their parties and games,
I'm not in. Am I to blame?
Sorry I'm not cool,
I'm invisible to the school.
The teams I'm on, they'd find a replacement
Someone better, a bigger and better play set.
My family would miss me, sure,
but they'll find a way to endure.
My girlfriend? I dunno what she'll do.
She'll possibly join me in death.
Copyright © Justine Hansen | Year Posted 2018
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I sit in the dark
While the dogs bark.
Thinking of my life
Of all the strife.
The death, hate,
Life, and of fate.
Death is my friend
Hate would have me instead
Life is running short
Fate continues to contort
I think of the living
and the dead.
The angels
and the devil.
The living are with me
The dead no longer see
Angels continue to watch
The devil wants to dislodge
The good thoughts from me
To make me only see
The bad in my life
The horrible strife.
I want the angels to help
I continue to yelp
I am going insane
Copyright © Justine Hansen | Year Posted 2016
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Justine Hansen Poem
I'm all alone in this world
I've been swirled
Through many people
Can't fly like an eagle.
Never known praise
From how I was raised.
I am in pain
I have nothing to gain.
Why do I live?
What do I give?
I ask myself always
I'm falling away.
I have no will
But I will kill.
To see you live
And to see you give
Your life for others
While I lay in a gutter.
I feel no pain.
There is not gain.
Copyright © Justine Hansen | Year Posted 2016
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