Show Me The World

As I lay dying,
Whisper me the truths,
My heart is breaking,
Soul caving,

I tried to be happy,
But every night they came,
Pulled my saddness out from under me,
Theres no where to go,
Im allready home,

Just forget,
Its over with,
Im trying to,
But i cant let go,

Settle around me,
Its a movie everynight,
As i close my eyes,
Watch the horror flick of my life,
Encompass me,

No scary monsters,
No pycho clowns,
Just 2 perfect looking people,
Bringing hell down on you,

I chase my lies,
Trying to forget the time,
No one knows,
No one cares,
You'd rather i not share,

I'd feel better dead,
You told me one night,
Ill give you a great funeral,
I promise, that will make it right

Im not sorry, you said
One day when i laid crying on the floor,
Blood seeping from my arms,
Where i cut them minutes before,
It was just for fun, sheesh your so dramatic,

Just leave already,
You whispered in my ear,
I cant stand the sight of you anymore,
Parental voice a bore,

Try cutting deeper next time,
She yells at me,
Your the problem of this house,
You made him go away,
Your ugliness,

Same song over and over again,
Some random band singing about love,
I'm curious of the word,
Dictionaries forlorn,

I guess im not such a great daughter,
Not listening to my mother,
As shes surprised to wake up everyday,
Shocked to see me still living here,
Dead inside at her dissappointed glares,

It happens to everyone,
No one is perfect,
Just give up already,
No one cares about your memories,

Her soothing mesmorizing voice,
Haunts me everyday,
I cant escape the memories,
It never happened she says,
With a shake of her head,

So i go on,
And act like nothing is wrong,
I'm about to collapse,
But nothing is wrong..

Ok Amanda

I think that is your name.
Think of anyone who does not suffer in love, at the teenage level I agree it is tough.
Put your self in your mom's shoes and see how good a daughter you really are.
Cutting oneself up is and should not be acceptable to anyone is pure truth.
It solves nothing rather pushes you deep into rot.

Think sharply and come out of this dependence on people who don't care for you.
Love is never one sided and if it is it really is no real love.
God has made us he has also made the person for us we only have to find him.
The moment God wishes, you will find him.
Do pray to God and respect your elders even if they show anger for they worry about you.

All the above is for the excellence in your poem.
Hope you like what I say about the points raised in your poem.
You are always welcome for you are great at poems and I feel a lot of pleasure commenting on them.

Sure...

Thanks for your comment.
Thanks for your preach, but i dont believe in god.
Thanks for your words, but they are easier to write, then do.
Thanks, if i could i would do them.
Thanks, but its only those people, that want me.
Thanks, i never want to be in my mother's shoes and i dont know how you would ask that of me, if you knew me at all.
Thanks, id rather die, then be anything like my mother.
Thanks, i know what i do is distructive, its bad, and it doesnt help, but what else is there to do? When your like me, youll bleed just to see if your still alive...
Thanks..
Thanks...

Sorry

I know to preach is easy.
To act is the tough part. Of course I bleed when I see you or anyone hurt.
You are like a child to me who has to stand on her feet to be strong facing this mad world.
It is great if you say you would never want to be in your mothers shoes.
At least you want treat your child like she may be doing.
You may or may not believe in god or pray to him.
He GOD will always love you. He only builds you up for greater things only you have to love yourself.

My pleasure is to see you write, clear your tensions as you write for your muse. The best way to look up to happiness facing sorrow.

Sorry if I hurt you. I am guilty: for I do not know what you undergo. Hope I could help you by my words.

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