Fear Coursed Through Her
As She Closed Her Eyes
People Were Everywhere
All Around
On Every Side
Pushing Through And By
She Couldn't Handle It
All The Noise
All The Bodies
All The Space
She Was Trapped
Closed In
Nowhere To Go
She Falls
Tears Streaming Freely
No Control Anymore
Its Too Much
Her Body Shakes
Unable To Stop
Everyone Backs Away
Not Helping
Watching
They Don't Understand
What's Happening
They Stare As She Trembles
Sobs Wracking Her Body
Sadness Fills Them
Because The Young Girl
Can Never Be Helped
Because
No One Is Willing To Help
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Whispers Whisper In The Wind
Shadows Fall In The Night
The Moon Shines With The Stars
And Not A Bird In Flight
Owls Watch From The Trees
And Wolves Prowl The Moor
My Darling Sleeps Peacefully
Her Heart In Which Is Pure
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I Hold My Breath
I Shut My Eyes
I Hide My Face
I Let Out My Cries
I'm Filled With Fear
I'm Covered In Lies
I'm Yelling Out "Sorry"
No More "I'm Fine"
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They smile
Art, the only thing to make them do so.
Their family
Isn't really 'accepting' you could say
So they hide themselves away.
Laughing with their friends
Who don't know the truth
Joking about death
When really their mind is plagued with fears
Shrugging off the numbness of their mind
Because their life is nothing as they thought
Art, so many beautiful styles and forms
Art, true meaning behind every one
Art,
They especially love that blooming red
Art,
The thought of being dead
Still stuck in their head
Finishing their latest masterpiece
A few quick slashes
A lot more blooming red
A faint smile on their face
One final thought,
"This form of art will always leave a trace"
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~<3~ Quing Donnie~<3~
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My Poetic Nothing
PoetryYou ever feel like you just need to write and nothing else matters? Ever feel like you have to get those thoughts out on paper? Ever feel like writing is the only thing worth it all? I've felt those before. These are my poems and I hope you enjoy. ...
