Patrick Shields

Patrick Shields Poems

A man of 19 looks for a quick way to die
He gets on his knees and begins to cry out
The Suicide Angel hears his pleading cries
He knows the man will take his life without a doubt
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It seems that you don't require me to be there for you anymore
Don't blame yourself thought I'm glad you finally found happiness
I'm just to tired to go on any longer and my hearts to sore
But I'm also tired of waiting and I'm tired of this eternal loneliness
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Its been three days since you took your life
One of things that hurts the most about this
Is I feel so alone and cold every single night
And because it was our very first and last kiss
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This disease slowly but surely creeped up on me
A cold heartless killer that rips families apart
It would rather kill its victim than let you go free
Leaving behind a trail of death and broken hearts
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The stained razorblade lays next to the sink
Blood flows from my self-inflected cuts
People say its not normal that I'm a freak
And I'm not sure when it'll be enough
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Cut The Flesh To The Bone
As Your Skin Burns and Bleeds But You Feel Better
Sitting In Your Room Crying Youself To Sleep All Alone
If Your Parents Saw The Cuts They Would Lock You Up In Fetters
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It's dark outside swollen rain clouds fill the sky
Like the very depths of this imperfect heart
Thunder rattles the sky and lightning brightens the heavens as they began to cry
I hug myself tightly as the storm inside my house starts
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Never did I think that you could love me again
After the pain I caused you and the rumors I believed
Rumors that where started by fake decietful friends
It was because of hurtful lies that I was decieved
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I've Lived A Mundane Life Full Of Mistakes
So What Really Stopping Me From Taking My Own Life
My Heart Full Of Malice and Head Full Of Hate
With The Barrel Of A Gun Or The Blade Of A Knife
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I Sit In My Cold Dark Room Writing My Last Note
Trying To Fix This Problem Is To Much To Bear
I'm No Longer Full Of Happiness Or Hope
My Parents Will Say What I Did Was Not Fair
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My Black Hair Covers My Brown Eyes
Tears Roll Down My Cheek
Why Did You Of All People Have To Die
It Seems Like You Where Still Here Last Week
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You must make a choice now the decision can't wait
Which guy will you love until the day you day me or him?
You must choose because I'm so vulnerable in this shattered state
Because to tell you the truth I don't want to be heartbroken again
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I've Been Classified As Many Things In My Last Five Years
Goth, Punk, Rocker, Skater, and My Favorite Emo
So What If I Use Cutting As A Way To Hide My Fears
Whats It Matter That My Self-Esteem Is Dangerously Low
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I've been waiting for you all you do is tease my senses. Make me feel alive and maybe you realize you need me too. I'm hear begging you to realize your
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Anger and malice pulses through my veins like blood. I can feel it in my chest, my heart, and my throat. I wanna scream at you with all my might, let you know
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You sit on your bed tears falling from your hazel eyes
Your caught in a web of heartache and accidental sin
Promised happiness but only fed bullshit and lies
And razorblade scars cover your frail, beautiful soft skin
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Black is this last night of mine
Its cold just like my body will be
I'm through thinking it'll be fine
I'll be lifeless for everyone to see
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She puts on her very favorite outfit
Knowing she gets to see her man again
She try's it on to make sure it still fits
She's waited almost two years to see him
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Patrick Shields Biography

My name is Patrick I'm 24 years old I use poetry to get my anger out I haven't been on here in a while but all these poems have good memories)

The Best Poem Of Patrick Shields

Suicide Angel

A man of 19 looks for a quick way to die
He gets on his knees and begins to cry out
The Suicide Angel hears his pleading cries
He knows the man will take his life without a doubt

This angel banished from heaven, not wanted my hell
A patient angel waiting for the next one
Perhaps a mother or father praying to the dark angel
Or perhaps a depressed daughter or a suicidal son

An angel with wings of crimson red
No halo for this fallen son of the most high
His wings stained with blood from the dead
As he poisons his victims hearts with devastating lies

His heart is as black as charcoal
His eyes dark blue as if he was dead
He carries no burden of regret or a sole
His lips as dark as his eyes upon his head

You may wonder who this angel is
If he is real or only in your nightmares
Whether you’ll survive or feel his death kiss
If he is real of is just another legend used to scare

Would you believe me if I told you
Who this angel could really be
Would you call my statement false or true
If I told you this suicide angel is me

Patrick Shields Comments

Amie-Lee ...... 11 August 2008

This person is a truly amazing poet. He writes from the ehart and soul, not from the head like some other 'poets'. Patrick is a truly shining example of a great poet, and I wish him luck in the future

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