Before you read this, this is not how I feel right now. Please don't judge me and assume things that will change your response. I am a regular kid who gets good grades, plays lots of sports, and tries their hardest. I write poems when I'm feeling at my worst. I would never harm myself, but everyone thinks about death every once in a while. The easy way out. Please just rate the quality of each poem.
1.
The serene waters
Could not match the anger in her heart
Or is that emptiness?
She cannot tell anymore.
They are one in the same.
But at least with anger, she feels something
At least she can tell she's alive.
Loneliness swallows what is left
And she is sure of it;
She is numb
She cannot make herself feel even anger
Or sadness
Or pain
It's one big meaningless blur
And hope is gone forever
In the black hole that took her soul
She holds on.
She fights.
But she doesn't see why.
It's pointless.
Hollow as a straw she goes through life
Thinks she's happy
But the void is forever present
Eating away at her
And the straw gets thinner
and thinner
And it all finally kills her
And the void fills once and for all.
2.
If the world were to end today,
I don't know if I would be sad
Or if I would be overwhelmed with happiness.
I feel like my soul has been ripped out of me most of the time
Or like I have a body
But it's completely empty.
How do I cope with that?
%26quot;Talk to someone%26quot; or %26quot;Take some pills%26quot;?
I don't think that talking will put a soul in my body
I don't think that a little pill will find the fragments of me
That are long gone
There's nothing left
But what I've held onto
And though I've held for dear life
My hands are small
And only a handful resides
Of the sea that was me,
That I believe I used to be
But I don't even know that anymore
Because all I have left is not my past
Or my memories
It's just my confusion
My loss
My anger
And I'd rather just let go of it all
With several of those little pills
All
At
Once
3.
Mother takes my hand
She鈥檚 been sick now for weeks,
For miles.
I don think that she鈥檒l make it
Father鈥檚 already died
And so has the baby.
We only have each other
And the few things we can carry.
I struggle to hang on
I can feel it that we鈥檙e close
So I eat our little food
Because the pale ones have lied to us
Once again
The food supplies are low
And most of us have died.
We are almost to our new home
But what promise is held there
Where we鈥檒l have to start over
And make new lives?
We are coming past a cabin
With a pale girl my age
Watching in awe
As our vast numbers pass and are prodded forward
I catch her eye
And Mother falls
I am forced forward
As she is left to die
On this ground that I will never see again
And I look at her one last time.
Tears escape the eyes
Of the pale girl and I
And she runs inside.
I never see them
My mother or the girl
Lost to me forever
Down the Trail of Tears.
Thanks!How are these poems? Can you rate them 1-10?1 7 of 10
2 6 of 10
3 8 of 10
