She huddles in a corner,
away from everyone else.
She sits there and stares blankly,
trynna get a hold of herself.
...
Born into a world,
That doesnt want me.
I've been sobbing for days,
Though I still am, i feel empty.
...
YOU
You were the one who stood by me when no one else would.
You were the on that gave me love that my family should.
You are the one I'll call if I'm in trouble.
...
I watched you go away forever. It's so hard to let this go.
As you slowly left to enter heaven,
I was awaken at seven.
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A little girl I saw today
She had bruises that were faded gray
It wasnt the bruises that caught my eye,
It was that I only saw her cry.
...
Heyy, I'm eliesha, obviously. Majority of my poems are true; with a little twist to it that may or may not be true, or may HAVE (as in past tense) ... Well, not much to say...that I actually have time to. But ugh goodbye now... ;) . : ()
It Hurts Me More
Being like this is like being a ghost that cannot leave this earth. Invisible most of the time, but visible when someone needs me.
Being sad is like being a part of a thunderstorm that will never stop. Raining, thunder, and lightning, when i get like this everything is frightening. Am i trying to be like this? NO! I'm trying to be the opposite. There is a huge part of me that is trapped inside. That part is weak, and always leaves me weak. When I'm weak, you could say I am the soggy part of a banana: just falling apart. I'm hardly ever strong anymore. I have lost all my faith in becoming myself again. Being alive is almost the same thing as not being here. The only difference is that being alive means thinking, and when I'm thinking, you might as well say that I am gone. Me being here seems to hurt everyone, but what they don't know is that most of the time it hurts me more...
really it is a great flapping wing that is inspiring your potery i liked your poetry
you have great art you have a great inspiration inside