brokenlilangel's blog: "Poems"

Every time I hear that song on the radio, It reminds me of you; I get the same old feeling, And I don't know what to do. Every time somebody says your name, I get the feeling I always used to. Every time you smiled, Oh, darling; it reminds me of the times with you. Every time I see your picture, I think back to when it was you and me. When we weren't just a couple, And it wasn't hard to see. The memories of our past, I can't help but think, Wonder if you miss me, Longing for one last wink. Maybe a kiss goodbye, As they play another song, Dance the night away, Pretend like nothing ever went wrong. But every time I think of you, I begin to cry; and I don't know if I can make it through. Everything in this world, everything; baby, it reminds me of you.

Written in blood, Sealed with a kiss, Just a memoir of us, For you, I did this. I'll fade into the light, Reflective glasses shatter, Taunts of anguish, whisper; it's getting hard to think past their laughter. Sorrow fills the room, Silence falls over the crowd, Suppressed fears are surfaced, You couldn't save me now. Not that you've ever tried, Through tears and hidden scars, Silently screaming my betrayal, I guess it never got me very far. Stop promising to catch me, I've fallen and shattered on the ground, You couldn't, you weren't strong enough; I'm broken now. And darling, you've broken me. Now, I'm gone; for you I've done this, Just stare blankly at the envelope of suicide, Sealed with a kiss

She looks in the mirror, Then let's out a long sigh. You already know her answer, But once again you ask her why. She says shes not pretty. She claims to be fat. Her hips are to wide. And her chest to flat. You tell her that's not true Tell her she's got to be kidding. You better start to run. Because soon she will start hitting. She has a beautiful smile. And pretty long hair too. I don't know why she says these things. Do you? She claims everyone hates her. And she's dumb too. You want to change her mind. But you don't know what to do. You tell her over and over those things aren't true. She tells you your lying. Then throws something at you. You can't make her love herself. There's not much you can do.

She hides her feelings away from her mother, afraid of what she might say. She hides herself away from her father, afraid of what he might do. So she locks herself away from her mind, scared of what she might find. She takes the drugs, falls for the thugs. They say she's to weak but i know their wrong. She's a poet... my best friend and nothing short of being strong. She's beautiful, loving and always kind... a friend like her i was blessed to find.

A small, little girl held her daddy's strong hand, As they watched the parade and they waved to the band. She turned four that summer and they went to the beach. She was scared of the waves, so they stayed out of reach. She grew up a little, and they moved far away. The language was different, she learned more every day. The next year, they moved back, she re-met her old friends. Everyone had grown up, no more need for pretend. A tragedy struck, it almost hurt her too. If her daddy's own flight had been of the unfortunate few. Another new house in a very small town. They got lost very often, getting all turned around. Her very best friend, she found at long last. She lived right next door, always had such a blast. A million school dances, her very first love. Thirteen was the year we thought was sent from above. Then our favorite summer, hanging out with the boys. A day at the theme park, and too many ploys. Fourteen, a new school year, new love and new friends. She straightened her curls just to follow the trends. In gym, she worked hard and she lost quite some weight. Did so many crunches, and lied that she ate. Just skin and just bones, not much flesh in between. What happened, daddy's princess? She's become such a queen. We found her alone, lying still in her bed. Her skin had turned cold, and her diary read; Dear daddy, I'm afraid this may be my last night. I tried to be perfect; things didn't turn out right. Please don't bury me, trapped, under six feet of dirt. Just scatter my ashes in the place of my birth. I like the idea of my soul living on. Though I'm not sure it's the truth, the thought makes me strong. So when the time comes, I'll accept this as fate, My only regret is the pain I'll create.

Boy and a girl the best of friends. From elementary to high school from beginning to end. Through all those years their friendship grew. They both felt the same, but neither knew. Each waking moment since the day they met. They both loved each other sunrise to sunset. He was all she had in her terrible life. He was the one who kept her from her knife. She was his angel, she made him smile. Though life threw him curves, she made it all worth while. Then one day things went terribly wrong. The next few weeks were like a very sad song. He made her jealous on purpose he tried. When the girl asked, "Do you love her?" on purpose he lied. He played with jealousy like it was a game. Little did he know Things would never be the same. His plan was working but he had no clue. How wrong things would go, the damage he would do. One night she broke down, feeling very alone. Just her and the blade, no one else home. She dialed his number, he answered, "Hello" She told him she loved him and hung up the phone He raced to her house just a minute too late. Found her lying in blood, her heart had no rate. Beside her was a note, in it her confession. Her love for this boy, her only obsession. As he read the note, he knelt down and cried. Grabbed her knife, that night they both died. She was found in his arms, both of them dead. Under her note his handwriting said: "I loved her so, she never knew. All this time I loved her too."

1) SUCTION ABORTION: USED BEFORE 10 WEEKS A tube is inserted into the uterus and connected to a strong suction machine. The vacuum is so powerful the baby is ripped to pieces and sucked into a jar -- arms, legs, torso, and head. Done at abortion clinics. 2) D & C ABORTIONS: The D&C abortion is done before 12 weeks. A hook shaped knife is inserted into the uterus and cuts the baby into small pieces. His head is crushed with the forceps to allow removal through the narrow passage. The womb is then scraped out completely. Bleeding is sometimes profuse. Done at abortion clinics or hospitals. 3) PREDESIGNATING ABORTIONS: This hormone drug, injected into the amniotic sac, produces labor and premature birth. The baby in most cases is born alive with a heart beat and is then put aside to die. 4) SALINE ABORTION: A strong poison solution of salt is injected, through the belly, into the amniotic sac. The helpless baby is forced to swallow this deadly poison. He suffers severely, he kicks and jerks violently, he is being burned alive, his skin peels off. Twenty-four to 48 hours later the mother delivers a dead baby. 5) HYSTERECTOMY ABORTIONS: As in a Cesarean Section, the abdomen is cut open and the baby lifted out while he moves, squirms, fights to breathe, and sometimes cries. While his heart is beating he is left to die. Whether you admit it or not you probably feel that abortion is wrong now. To many there is no such thing as pro choice. The baby doesn't get a choice. You are taking a human life into your own hands.I respect you no matter what you think or feel

I bet you think you're imagining this blood spilling from my wrist but i'm just trying to find my piece of mind i want to prove that i exist. i'm slowly becoming invisible and i'm not sure if i'm real i put that razorblade to my skin just to make sure i still can feel. becoming numb was not a choice and it's become a way of life its hard to feel anything at all when you're only friend becomes the knife. i'm not looking for your pity i'm just hoping to find a friend a reason to keep on living someone on whom i can depend. and while the floor around me is red and your eyes are starting to tear i'm afraid that you still don't know me because i'm more fragile that i appear. you believed that i was surviving i was still breathing, so i was fine i assure you that you were mistaken and that i've been broken all this time. this is not the first time that i've bled nor is it the first time i wish i've died and this blood isn't even half of all those million tears i cried. to me this is all too familiar a scenario and you too are the enemy for i cannot trust one who cannot see that my biggest nightmare is me. i'm not an actor just making a scene and i'm deffinetly not a fake i'm just another girl on the verge of making her last deadly mistake. i'm a moon without a sun there is no dawn to kill this night i'm a heart that cannot beat anymore someone who cannot fight the fight. this is not a desperate plea for help its just a document of depression i give you some more words of darkness in the form of my empty confession. you see, tomorrow i'll bandage these wounds and i know you too will forget the blood in which i wrote these words of my greatest failure yet. and as i close my eyes in hopes of never opening them again i will dream of another life where you would be my friend. because in truth, you never saw me bleed you were never here at all because it is always alone that i cry and it will always be alone that i fall. and with wishes of never seeing tomorrow and new scars upon my wrist i will cry myself to sleep tonight because i know tomorrow i'll still exist.

Beauty has a secret. She doesn't take things well. One bad thing may happen. And all alone she will dwell. She will go into the bathroom. Grab the razor that she knows. And then she will slide it across her body. Swifty too and fro. And after the blood does poor. She cuts a little deeper. No one ever loved her. Not enough to keep her. Soon she will cut. She will cut through her life. She will cut deep enough. She will cut until she dies.

The tear of an angel, Falls from her face, This life of hers, Has gone to waste. A crash of cymbals, Ring in her heart, From this cruel world, She must depart. One clean slit, To her throat, As she signs, Her suicide note. She slowly lies down, Breathes deep and slow, Now everyone will see, Her actions weren't a show. She says sorry to God, For this world she hates, She know she wont reach, His heavenly gates. The last tear of this angel, Has crept from her eye, It is now time, She has said Goodbye.