We are the ghosts of the forgotten.
The ones you pretended to love;
But did not.
We are the ghosts of the forgotten.
The ones you can still hear,
Almost as silently as the coo of a dove.
We are the ghost of the forgotten.
The ones who had to adorn
Our wrists with the scars of our pain.
We are the ghosts of the forgotten.
The ones who are here to tell you
Of all our trial and scorn.
We are the children in black.
Who alone pace these streets,
Unseen, unheard, unloved.
We are the children in black.
Who cried in silence
And were constantly beat.
We are the children in black.
Who lied every day,
Keeping a smile plastered to our lips.
We are the children in black.
Who bled to feel alive
And felt it was weak for us to say.
We are the killings you no longer see.
We hang and cut;
We overdose and shoot.
We are the killings you no longer see.
We hear: worthless, delusional, and slut.
Freak, attention seeker, and weak.
We are the killings you no longer see.
We go unnoticed by all
And our brothers and sisters continue to die.
We are the killings you no longer see.
We think we are a minority,
We think we are small.
We are the killings you no longer see.
We are still here, wandering
Although our graves line the pavement.
We are the silence that needs most to speak.
All the ones you were squandering
With your lies and your insults that we all believed.
We are the silence that needs most to speak.
All the ones who thought we were not needed.
We tried to make everyone happy but us.
We are the silence that needs most to speak.
All the ones whose pain no one heeded.
We told a few but no one helped us.
We are the silence that needs most to speak.
All the ones whose voices are now quieted
By the one we know as friend, and you know as death.
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Specks in my eye
PoetryThis is a collection of my poetry from over the years. I have used it to cope with many things throughout my life. I like being able to put words to how I feel. Please be aware this will touch on sensitive topics seeing as it is a coping mechanism f...
