Unknown
People won't listen to me,
I think I'm going insane.
Sometimes it feels like I'm invisible.
I'm drowning in my own pain.
Am I unknown?
Here in this world all alone?
Fear the dark, fear the pain.
Don't get lost on your way.
My notebooks are filled
with pictures of gore,
poems of pain,
And the things I adore.
Am I unknown?
Here in this world all alone?
Fear the dark, fear the pain.
Don't get lost on your way.
What's happening to me?
I can feel myself fading away.
washing away with the current
Of the river that shows me the way.
Am I unknown?
Here in this world all alone?
Fear the dark, fear the pain.
Don't get lost on your way.
I press the knife to my neck.
Red blood stains the blade.
I can feel my life leaving me.
Death, death. Pain, pain.
Am I unknown?
Here in this world all alone?
Fear the dark, fear the pain.
Don't forget how I found my way.
1/2/05
I think I'm going insane.
Sometimes it feels like I'm invisible.
I'm drowning in my own pain.
Am I unknown?
Here in this world all alone?
Fear the dark, fear the pain.
Don't get lost on your way.
My notebooks are filled
with pictures of gore,
poems of pain,
And the things I adore.
Am I unknown?
Here in this world all alone?
Fear the dark, fear the pain.
Don't get lost on your way.
What's happening to me?
I can feel myself fading away.
washing away with the current
Of the river that shows me the way.
Am I unknown?
Here in this world all alone?
Fear the dark, fear the pain.
Don't get lost on your way.
I press the knife to my neck.
Red blood stains the blade.
I can feel my life leaving me.
Death, death. Pain, pain.
Am I unknown?
Here in this world all alone?
Fear the dark, fear the pain.
Don't forget how I found my way.
1/2/05
posted by Megan at 6:29 PM
12 Comments:
Your not alone,
For I read you.
Come out of the darkness,
so I can see you.
Your not alone,
For you feel no pain.
Be sure to fill your notebok with more,
So I can come back to visit your blog.
Taking yourself out is not the way,
But we both know it's poetry, cause I do the same.
So continue to Daydream and float from your pain.
I am listening, You have a unique brain.
HELLO MEGAN! THIS IS REALLY NEW TO ME, I READ YOUR POEMS! ARE YOU SAD?
I'M A GUY FROM SOUTH AMERICA! WELL, I'M NOT AS YOUNG AS YOU ARE! BUT I HAD MANY TROUBLES IN MY SCHOOL YEARS! SIMILAR TO YOU!
I WOULD LIKE TO HAVE A YOUNG FRIEND, BUT AS IN MANY PLACES, IF YOU ARE OLDER, YOU ARE CORRUPTING THE CHILDREN!
AS YOU CAN NOTICE I CAN'T WRITE PROPERLY IN ENGLISH! AND I INVITE YOU TO VISIT MY BLOG! OK? SEE YA!
You two are awesome. I nearly fell out of my chair when I saw that 2 ppl already commented on my poems!!! MeCrazyMe, i love ur poem.
Poems show things in the heart,
Things that can tear friends apart.
They thought they knew me, but they knew wrong.
So I continue to cry out my mournful songs.
I hide in the dark, afraid to appear,
Pain in my heart like a painful spear,
I can't figure out why this pain won't disappear.
The Heart is apart of your soul,
But you must know how to use it as you grow old.
Friends come and go like cars on a street.
I guess they knew you when your car horn beeped.
So, stop crying a mournful song.
If it must make you cry,
Then they were not friends at all.
Come out of the darkness, but stay in a Childs place.
Don’t do anything crazy that can cause a disgrace.
But I am curious to know if 14 is really your age?
What has caused you so much pain?
I do not think your sad as Fernando said in his reponse.
He doesn’t understand what can come from a heart.
I would invite you to visit my site, but I am a grown women who is 30
And my site is not right for your sight.
So, I will comment again on your daydream.
And hopefully, you’ll meet me in the light.
14 is my age,
I have seen what others have not.
I have been through it in a year,
While others have not.
I have seen the true darkness in life.
And it has changed me forever.
Sometimes I hate what I've become,
But I like it, nevertheless.
What darkness could someone as young as you experience.
Why do you like what you become if you feel it is not you?
What you have been through, has it been family problems? You don't have to go into detail.
ok, i'm not even gonna try to put this in poem form. well, less than a year ago, i got sick. it was like vertigo, or sumthing. at least, that's what they expected. i kept on going to MANY different doctors, each telling me they had an idea. then tests, medications, the works. oh, i was wrong, go to this doctor. all the medicines i took either had no effect, a bad effect, or unusual effect. i had 5 doctors total over... 4 months about. on 3rd doctor, i sprained my ankle, which HURT LIKE HELL!!! so, medication side effects, mental sadness, constantly going to the doctor and missing school (a ton), and now, a pain i had to deal for a long time. you might not understand why it effected me so, but it was really pushing me. I'm an insecure person, and they were doing a lot of stuff to me that others my do in half a lifetime. It was like I had some sort of strange cancer. then, one doctor wondered if it was depression, so i had to go to a counselor type of person. she gave me zoloft, which, instead of getting me 'back to normal' brought out the true me that was hiding in my soul. so, yeah, that was the worst year of my life, last year. oh, and i hated that counselor, she was an idiot.
So, how are you today. Are you still seeing doctors and counselors. Have they finally fingured out what is the problem?
What do you think is actually the problem?
Has anything happened to you in your pass other then the setbacks from school?
Anyway, I think that you are a very intelligent young lady. You have a pleasant night, and I will read your day dreams soon.
Thank god, no. On my last visit with the counselor, I was almost leaping with joy. She thought the zoloft was working, but i knew what was really going on. for some reason, I don't feel very creative today. I was just on vampirefreaks.com staring at hot guys. lol *blushing* okay, anyways, the diziness and constant feel of falling has worn off mostly. I feel it now and then, but my regular doctor says it's normal for people my age, but I'm not so sure. I have no clue why it was happening. My mom had the really stupid theory, so stupid, I'm not going to say it. At school, I'm atually one of the smartest people in the class. I often get straight A's, and when I don't, my gpa is no lower than 3.7, so I'm doing good. All my teachers like me (except for probably one of my teachers from last year, I didn't like him either. I was doing kinda bad in his classes...) especially this year. I'm kind of like a loner in my family, especially when there's like a meeting with a ton of my relatives. I only have 1 sibling, a bro 7 yrs. older than me. A huge gap, so at meetings, there are pretty much no one near my age on both sides of my families. All my grandparents are dead, and I have found I have gone to more funerals than many other people I know my age. Here, let me count... okay, I only remember 6. One of those was a neighbor. The oldest kid is my age, and the youngest was less than 7 months, I believe. The mother died, she was 32 (I think...) she died when I was in 6th grade. That really hurt. (ok, I'm tearing up right now) my mom told me not long after i woke up. right then i remember take back a step, like "you're serious?" and i gave her a BIG hug, crying my eyes out. I liked Tracy alot, she was so kind. I was at their house nearly as often as i could or felt like it. After Tracy died, I haven't really gone to their house. But the day (or day after, i still don't know) she died, we went there. The two daughters (Brooke and Hailey) were just fine, but their dad was bawling. he watched her die. He was telling us what happened, i cried so much, looking at the blury ground. It was sunny despite the usual cold, October weather. Her funeral was on a school day. Thankfully, on a half-school day (conference week) i almost forced mom to take me with her to the funeral. I found other people that had 'ditched' school for the funeral. the place was crowded, even with the HUGE room (huge, for me... i live in a small city/large town) it was so sad, used a ton of tissues as my mom was saying that she didn't think she would be supplying them for me, too. But I had to come, she was so nice and caring, and everything good about your friend's mom. Why did I just tell you that? Maybe cuz that had such an affect on me, I remember everything so well, like it happened... a few months ago... I feel so lonely right now... where's Skyler when you need him?
Wow, that is some story. I thought you would be a kid to get A's. You sound so mature for your age. I live in New York City and have not seen many kids that can right the way you do, but none the less there are some smartones out there.
Well as far as funerrals I know I have been to more than 20 and I will be 30 years old in March. Anyway I can sort of relate to your situation as feeling like an outsider, but I won't touch that. Someone may be reading your blog and know it is MeCrazyMe.
Well, sorry you were feeling lonely. I hope you are feeling much better since that day.
Well, I am glad that I came across your blog. The main reason I stopped here and continued is because I am a writer and I like poetry. I also write poetry, but had not written for years until I responded to your blog.
I am also currently writing a book that I have been writing fo rover 10 years! I won't discuss the details becuase u never know you is out there reading. I woundn't want anyone to steal my idea. But I will say it is science fiction and i believe that it could make a good movie with a little bit of changes.
Anyway, Gotta go and sorry I didn't respond sooner.
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cara again...umm is that the murrays ur talking about? o well i will ask u tomorrow well maybe not i dont wanna make u upset @ school i will ask u next time i talk to u on the puter buh bye
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