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:mother, Father, Brother, Sister:

My mother says that I'll never see. 
My father says that I'll never hear. 
My brother I'll never get higher than a C. 
My sister says I'll never tolerate beer. 
  Every day, my family puts me down. 
They say that they're just being realistic.
But there is one thing they didn't put on that excuse mound. 
That they're not perfect, they're never optimistic. 
   Studies show that the reason bullies
Put others down, 
Isn't to please,
Not because they find pleasure in the pound;
Not because they like to tease,
But that it brings them up. 
To the brim of their cup. 
   Mom, I see that you're an alcoholic, 
    Dad, I hear that you're in a financial rut. 
Brother, I've gotten all A's and and one B. But not higher than you are on your drugs. 
Sister, you were right. Unlike you, I won't drink, or portray myself as a slut. 
And Uncle?
Thank you. 
For helping my grades up to A's and B's. 
For prohibiting drinking and drugging. 
And...,
For opening my eyes and ears,
To see and hear,
That it's not me. 
It's them.

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You and Your Perfect Life.
You boast.
Walking the halls like you're the host of this school.
Well you're not.
You smile.
Everyone lovingly despises you but they always wanna stop and talk awhile.
Well I won't.
You laugh.
There's not a care in your world. You don't have it tough.
Well I do.
You wink.
At all the girls. I look at my self in the mirror, then aadd my tears to the bathroom sink.
You don't.
I cry.
I'm depressed and nobody cares because they want you with them and me to die.
Well I can't.
I'm saying this to you.
Because you don't deserve what you have.
I'm saying this to you,
Because I deserve better.
You walk.
Lazily not a care in the world or a worry in the mind. Fu*k.
I want that.
You have a perfect life.
I don't.
I have a sucky life.
You don't.
...;.;
Why?
You are walking up to me, a frown on your face, now tainted with red.
"You think I have a perfect life?"
Yes. I m FED UP WITH THIS.
"Yes. "
"Do you want to rethink that?" I look down on you wrists, seeing them clenched.
I don't reply and you growl.
Pulling me into an empty hall, you strip off your jacket. I pale at the thought of what you are going to do.
"Answer me. ANSWER ME GODDAMMIT(I am so sorry God)!!!!"
"Yes. You have a perfect life. Everyone loves you. " I yell so much more.
I can't remember what I'm saying.
I can't say I know what I'm saying. Anymore.
You pull of your t-shirt.
I gasp.

Red and dark purple bruises cover your body.
Swollen and fresh scar marks cover your body.
You turn around.
Deep red new gashes seem to devour your skin.
Some are oozing blood and I feel sick.
Scars thin like razor blades cover your upper arms.
The quote my mother told me before she died ran through my head.
Life isn't about avoiding the things that make you feel scared, or uncomfortable, it's about conquering them and moving forward.
Tears blur my eyes as I look back at him.
"Yes, Hope. I have the perfect life. Yes, Hope. Everybody loves me."
I shiver and slide down the wall I was leaning against. He squats down cradling my chin in his hand.
"Make sure smile once in awhile. It will change your life view."
You walk away. Leaving me there. Shivering.
You cry.
At night when your father, the mayor is beating you.
I'm here Aspen. Run away with me.

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:angel:

This poem is about a girl who is in a coma. She can hear you, but she can't respond. This is created from her POV.

I'm lying down on the hospital bed.
All I can do,
Is hear.
I hear the crying of my loved ones.
I want to help.
Tell them that I'm ok.
Even though I know that I'm not.
I go on, my ears suffering the sounds of wailing,
And begging me to wake up.
And I hear...beeping.
My heart thumps to the beat of the machine.
I hear my breathing.
Shallow and Labored.
I cannot see,
No longer can I smell,
I can hear,
But I cannot speak.
How can I get them to know,
That I'm alright and fine where I am.
To leave.
I give all what's left of my empty, but medication-filled body's strength to squeeze,
The hand that's holding mine.
And hear a voice call my name.
A voice filled with hope, and agony, and pain calls out.
And it fills me with sadness.
Because I know, that I won't be here...for much longer...
They can see!
They can hear!
They can breathe and smile and live.
I want to tell them I love them.
Mommy? Daddy? I need you to see.
With your eyes.
That I'm suffering.
You won't be able to save your little girl,
This time.
I am leaving this place.
It's easier for me.
I'm going to a place Daddy, where I can return your favor,
And protect you.
???????And Mommy?
I will make you as many macaroni necklaces when you get to where I'm going.
???????I can feel it.
Time to open your senses up, Mommy and Papa.
With your ears hear,
And with your eyes see,
That I'm tired, struggling, and that I need.....
I need to leave.
Don't worry.
I'll be ok.
Ill get new eyes.
And with them,
I will watch over you.
With my angel friends.
And angel wings.

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:the Orange, Yellow Leaf:

Sitting in the basement,
I giggle  and look through the clouded window. 
I know they'll be back in a matter of minutes. 
Not wasting time, I look at what lays beyond the window.
My eyes widen, for I haven't been out of the basement in a while.
Since they told me someone wants me dead. 
Dirty clothes and plates build up separates piles. 
I see fall leaves, orange,yellow, and red.
But NO! They said. 
Stay in your bed. 
You've been mislead. 
And you want you dead.
So hide from yourself!
They are back. 
The voices overwhelm my head,
Leaving blood trickling from the nape of my neck.
My skin becomes itchy,
My tongue burning,
Pus oozes from my fingertips. 
And I itch. Ignoring the pain I feel and bleeding scrape marks I'm making.
I hear my precious mother pounding on the precious door. 
And smile sadly, through the agony, knowing that when she gets to me, I will be no more.
A warm substance streams slowly from my ears. 
I begin to cough up my lungs and stomach. 
My death is approaching. It is near.
My eyes develop tears. 
Knowing that I've finally got me,
After all these years.
The voices.
Laughing in my head. 
Saying, "Hey, you chose this instead. Instead of selling your soul, which off of it we would've fed. 
Look at you! Happy ending!
YOU'RE DEAD. "
I cough up white and red and black. 
My breathing going slack. 
Such morbid colors that I've seen. 
I collapse onto my back, my vision starts to lack, 
And I look out the window and see the 
Orange, Yellow Leaf.

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:i Was Just Wondering:

Hello, It's me again.
I was wondering if your doing better.
I'm wondering how you've been.
I hope you don't mind my letter.
I heard that you have said,
That you want me dead.
Your own sister?
You should take your meds.
Really, I care about you,
but when you start making threats like you do,
I can't tell if you are really you.
I will ask who?
Can you stop being mean.
I can tell what you need.
You are losing it, you can't see,
You are becoming crazy.
Good Lord, I just want to check in.
Just telling you to stop shredding your skin.
Honestly in this war you won't win,
If you keep digging that blade in.
I heard you were inking your skin,
Covering up your scars with tattoos.
Soon you'll get blood poisoning.
Please remember that expensive purity ring.
I guess I've forgotten,
That you can't get better than you've been.
You hid in your deep, dark den,
And isolate yourself on your bed,
Just LISTEN to me!
I may be younger, but I'm wiser.
I can't believe you.
Multiple people love you, but you just push us away.
I won't make the mistakes your making,
I won't take the risks you're taking.
I will be unmistaken,
When I pick my path
I will be very sure,
Of the college and life I'll pursue.
And after that a job,
And marriage and family too.
But my first goal in life,
Is to finish out high school,
No guy problems,
And no being pregnant.
No drinking and driving,
Or drinking at all.
No smoking cigarettes,
Or weed no matter how small.
Always saying no,
To those I dislike,
Hope, You won't go far,
Doing what you like.
Again I'll say good-bye,
Because I can't stand anymore,
Thinking about all you've done,
In Failure's Galore.
But even though I say good-bye to you,
I must say the most important thing,
God loves you,
And I do too.

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:once Upon a Time:

Once upon a time, my life was a fairytale.
I didn’t see anything wrong with it.
Then I opened my eyes.
And saw all the previously hidden shit.

Once upon a time, a was a happy, young child.
I was innocent, and gullible as well.
Then I grew two feet, two years.
I realized I was living in hell.

Once upon a time, I lived where Barbies where the “thing.”
I loved them and Bratz dollz and even more.
Now I live where people call others,
People on the internet they don’t even know, whores.

Once upon a time, I lived in a happy place.
Everyone was friends, we all got along.
Now I notice, that it was an act.
That I was totally wrong.

Once upon a time, In a land far far away, 
I was happy, I was free. I was a great friend.
Not any more I say,
Whatever is good or bad, eventually comes to an end.

But that was all, once upon a time. 
What about now?
Do I need to rhyme,
Or do I need to shout?

Yes, that was all, once upon a time.
Where I was pure, and loved.
Now it’s all mimed.
I’m a dirty, and shoved.

Of course, that was all, once upon a time.
It couldn’t be now. NO, it had to be hell.
We will be judged, all in due time,
Right now I just want to yell.

Because.

Once upon a time, I got myself dressed.
In my girly pretty clothes, that I showed off.
My hair shiny, my skin soft.
Now, that I’m older, I’m so depressed.


And in that time, where I got dressed,
I was giggling, and blessed/ But now that I’m older.
I am stressed.
And even though I’m stressed, I’ve gotten bolder.

Oh, once upon a time, you were like that too.
Had an identical life, everyone loved you.
Let me tell you something my friend.
All what’s good, must come to an end.

Best Poems Written by Madelyn Nichols

:mother, Father, Brother, Sister:

:hairbrush:

:words:

:i Am a Flower:

:i'Ve Caught a Cold:

:you and Your Perfect Life:

:angel:

:the Orange, Yellow Leaf:

:i Was Just Wondering:

:once Upon a Time: