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The days pass slow,
as suicide creeps up.
It's always on your mind,
it never goes away.
...

Yes I sit in a dark room
So what?
But still I can hear the devil's voice
He offers me trades
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I long for you every minute
I couldn't live my life without you in it
I can't go a day without seeing you
That is how I know our love is true
...

4.

Some people argue,
that it's not a color.
I beg to differ,
Black is a color.
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5.

Scars last forever,
People say.
But forever is a long time,
I say.
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I'm strong on the outside, but
On the inside I am breakable
My smile can only take so much til,
it's broken
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I love the way you make me feel
For you I'd skip every meal.
My love for you is so deep,
thinking of you makes my heart leap.
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Death comes easy someone said
Let me go screaming at the top of my lungs.
What do you want from me? ; still screaming.
In a low deep voice, I want your soul.
...

9.

What is the meaning of emo?
You ask.
Well emo is the abbreviation or emotional,
but we take it a little further than that,
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Sleeping in my bed,
Bra and panties is all I have on.
Thinking and/or dreaming of what we used to be.
Knowing that we would never work out.
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I go back to that day in band,
When we were just kids.
Laughing at that kid behind us.
Doing what?
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Chelsea Page Biography

Hiya im Chelsea aka Chy and i like to sit and write poetry so im kinda new to this site)

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Suicidal

The days pass slow,
as suicide creeps up.
It's always on your mind,
it never goes away.
Suicidal is what they call it.
It creep up,
Them BAM! ! You're gone,
Your parents walk in,
all they see is your spiritless body.
Right beside you is your suicide note.
Saying how no one cared.
They start crying.
They lost there baby girl.
Thinking to themselves
where did it all go wrong?
First they were planning a wedding
Now they're planning a funeral.
That day came,
Everyone dressed in black.
Crying is the word I'm looking for.
Why now? Why do they care now?
As my lifeless body lays in the golden brown coffin,
I didn't know what to think,
Was it you or me hurting more?

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