

Where is Home?Facts and faces Similar places And none of it to call home...Where is Home?
Wandering freely Feeling insecurely Still looking for that place to call home.....
Wishful thinking Understanding and sinking There will never be a place to call home.......


More than SheSee. No one can see the hurt Or the pain that she feels Because no one can tell whenMore than She
Shes faking it or when its real
She laughs. She laughs when shes crying She laughs when its a joke And no one really knows
What that laugh means, though
She cries. To herself alone In the deep of the night For a little bit of help and a little bit of light
She knows. That some day when its all over Shell laugh and cry Because she wont have to wish to god That shed die.


I AmI am a woman Born of another I have two sisters And 5 a brotherI Am
I sit in the dark With paper and pen I compare myself to Daniel In the Lions Den
I drink to no end And sometimes reach death And do it again When Ive regained breath
I sing off key But know all the words I behave in ways My parents would think was absurd
I get myself off On an unnatural high And sometimes do too much In hopes that Id die
I care for my friends, more than anything Even if they do me wrong


Private SuicideIf you truly had wished toPrivate Suicide
destroy something beautiful
you neednt have looked so far,
you never had to kill the
pandas or flood the French beaches in slick oil.
You needed only to put a
bullet between your own two eyes
to make me cry.


SuicideSuicideSuicide
This is a poem to no one
But to the world
Where is life and love, When there is so much pain? You know of what I speak. The endless lines and rhymes Scribbled by desperate souls Such as you, Such as I, Seeking, searching, praying For what else but freedom. But that freedom you fool
Is the illusion.
Could you ever see why?
Why pain is the chain That weighs our souls down. Why freedom is nothing more Than the walls of our prison. You may break free of none And live a simple life But I no l
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