Confidential Drug Rehabilitation

A Girl….

A depressing story I say
To you that may not care
A girl you might have known
Who sat alone
Without worries she looked
Around at people’s smiles and laughs
And she who never could smile
Stayed alway from those people
They didn’t understand her
Or why she never spoke
Because the turth be told
That she was insane
They say
She always walked alone
And when she got home
There was no difference
Why should she speak
To the ones that don’t care
So she walks up to her loney room
And takes a blade to her arm
Blood drips to the floor
And tears down her cheeks
What she has done so many times
Still hurts her more and more
But the need is addiction
And cannot be stopped
She lays down in bed
And looks out the window
And wonders why this is happening
To someone who never thought
Of this before
Who always knew what she was doing
That always spoke
And always cared about life
But one day came
When people turned there backs to her
So she keeps bleeding
And just keeps hurting more….
This is so not about me….I have a lot of poems….I like writing them to!! I have entered one on poetry.com and I got a award for it. I just write what comes to my head. This one is not about me……but most of my other poems are.

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It’s too stupid to be said,
too horrendous to be read!

It’s an ache in my heart,
a burning in my soul.

It’s a new dawn breaking even before the night’s over.

A hunger for the lies,
A craving for the deceit.

Is this truly what I need?

It’s an angel sent to hell,
a broken-winged arrow,
a hollow man who mourns.

Was this what God had truly meant?

It’s an addiction to cocaine,
a secret thirst for blood,
a longing for someone who’ll take it all away.

Isn’t this where it’s all supposed to end?

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Mizzunderstood…isn’t everybody?
You down for me, and I’m down for you,
But yet, I know I got nobody

Nice, but no footprints on my face
Smart but cant prove it with my grades
Too dumb to acknowledge
Too content to be grateful

When will it stop
When can I lash back
My inner critic
Has me in a trap

Addiction of the body
Prison of the mind
Aint nothing better
But leaving the world behind

Chilling like it’s summer
The music loud, my windows dropped
What else makes me do nothing
With my thoughts unstopped

Too secret to be known
Too loud to be hidden
But nobody knows
The feeling of my guilt-ridden

Nobody is like me, or so I say
The feelings of mine, are one of a kind

I could put my feelings on display
Show the world, I really am OK
What good will that do?
My image shouldn’t come from you

Nobody likes me
I don’t give a da**
I’ll no longer care
If you give me gram

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POEM:

Mizzunderstood…isn’t everybody?
You down for me, and I’m down for you,
But yet, I know I got nobody

Nice, but no footprints on my face
Smart but cant prove it with my grades
Too dumb to acknowledge
Too content to be grateful

When will it stop
When can I lash back
My inner critic
Has me in a trap

Addiction of the body
Prison of the mind
Aint nothing better
But leaving the world behind

Chilling like it’s summer
The music loud, my windows dropped
What else makes me do nothing
With my thoughts unstopped

Too secret to be known
Too loud to be hidden
But nobody knows
The feeling of my guilt-ridden

Nobody is like me, or so I say
The feelings of mine, are one of a kind

I could put my feelings on display
Show the world, I really am OK
What good will that do?
My image shouldn’t come from you

Nobody likes me
I don’t give a da**
I’ll no longer care
If you give me gram
aww thank you, you are all very sweet :]

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OPIUM BINGE

Your hands are those that shaped me
Oh, the monster I have become
Left in a night-time, dreary darkness
I am alone with the thinks I have done
With the repeating memory
Much like bittersweet revenge
Unharming, like that of opium
On a compulsive binge

Feeding those with knowledge
Who know not there of
Harm done unto themselves
And swept under the rug
Hazing clouds fall so fastly
In a motion so swift, I turn faint
As the sweat rushed from my face
Hidden is this, as I remain saint

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Marriage by: Clint
Men Love your wife for her love is like water “life giving to the soul”
Women Love your husband for he is your shield and blanket that keep you warm and from harm.
Do not put fame over love, for those who give up the ones they love for fame. in theend money is all they will have, and whart good is money and riches without anyone to share them with.
Women If you Feel your Husband is lacking something Plea with him, do not take it in your hands to correct it. Men trust your wives for they are the bread that keep you alive.
When divorce seems to be the only opition none should point fingers in blame.
for you both are at fault. and share the same amount of shame.
Men if you are troubled by something your wife does make hast to speak to her, for she may not know how you feel.
Sex is beautiful when it is between a Husband and Wife, but it is foolish to have it often for, addiction is evil and will tear up a relationship for anything that is excessive is bad

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