hey...im not gonna lie...im not perfect..im a broken girl. but life moves on..whether or not i do is a different matter. i am so lost. and everybody seems to be leaving me. sitting here in the dark is where i belong...just me and a candle (: more »
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Erika Michelle Poems
Im so sick and tired...
im so sick and tired of all this s*** of crying and people throwing a fit Im so sick and tired of all this bleeding of cutting and people not caring
A Very Short Poem
One tear among the rain, One voice in a sea of pain, Could the Maker of the stars, Hear the sound of a breaking heart?
you make me smile anyway
im not having a good day, so please quit trying to make me smile. i dont want you to care so much could you just quit for once?
dear me, why is it that you scream but your words are never heard? your salt lands on false ground
you hold me in your arms, and my eyes are tingling, this feeling, is so terrifying,
the beast that i am
music fades melody smiles haunt me swift glaces
when we began to drift, i began to fall. when you began to leave, i started to withdraw.
The Ticking Of The Clock
I'm thinking of how you make me feel. and who i am and where i belong
My Pen Writes
my pen itches to write down the words but my mouth is empty so i sit here quietly and my hand moves silently
I Hate Myself. More Than I Could Ever Ha...
why is this so lucid? i can see your face, i can touch your hair, your arms are around me,
Until The End of The Fight
i cant stand this im so depressed why is it that you leave me? what have i done?
as the frost rolls over
curiosity mystically confusingly he sees me as more than what i see me
The Raven In Your Slumber
fall asleep dream something sweet but dont dream about me.
i dance in these flames of gold i am caressed by your warmth i lie down in the bed of ash and i am at peace
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Im so sick and tired...
im so sick and tired of all this s***
of crying and people throwing a fit
Im so sick and tired of all this bleeding
of cutting and people not caring
im so sick and tired of drama
of the gov't and obama
im so sick and tired of tears
of crying and stupid a** peers
im so sick and tired of boys
of them treating girls like useless toys
im so sick and tired of ryhming
im so sick and tired of being told what to do
im so sick and tired of being so sick and tired
but the most thing that im so f****ing tired of
is sobing and having the only comfort...