The Heart Thief

by Kira

I have stolen

your heart,

In a figurative way.

And that you

probably would have

given to me anyway.

Forgive me

I couldn’t help myself

It was just so tempting.

Colored Glass

by Anonymous

Through the colored glass,

I see your face,

with the tears that flood your eyes.

I know the feelings located inside,

and your pain.

I understand your cries.

I see your face,

through the colored glass.

Angels and Humans

by Izzie

Humans May Never Fly.

Angels Are In The Sky.

Sometimes I Wish I Could Transform,

Do I Have To Stay In This Storm?

Humans Really Do Die.

Angels Will Never Have To Hide.

Sometimes I Hope I Could Be One Of Them,

And Never Have To Be Seen Again.

Humans Might Have Known How To Fly.

Angels Might Have Taught Them How.

And Us Stupids, We Forget.

And Then Those Angels, They Just Left.

Still Waiting...

by Deserie

do you love me,

do you care,

do you even know i'm there?

i sit alone in the night

wishing you had made this right, 

you say i'm something you never finished,

well then i might as well be diminished,

cause if you cared then you'd be here, 

instead of leaving me in fear,

of this world so cold and cruel, without a father

i feel like a fool, 

a fool for waiting for you to come and be my dad

but i guess that was dumb,

for we both know that i will always be paying,

for the choice that you made,

it will just leave me waiting.

so i guess i will wait until the day, 

when you will honestly come to me and say,

i do love you,

i do care,

i will always know you are there

Me Not You

by kk

i'm empty inside

you took everything i had 

and now i'm out to find

something to fill the void 

something to make me glad

i wish i could be mad,

be upset that you stole from me.

thinking of the childhood robbed from me, 

i'm sad

not for me, but you

you weren't there to watch me grow up
you were too busy

my life isn't a fad

you can't come and go

if you want to know me, 
look at you and your own traits

i'm the opposite

honest, sweet, and real

Silver Camera

by Tia

Silver camera.

Bright white light.

Child cries.

Dead of night.

Knowing that this isn’t right.

But not knowing if it’s wrong.

Poor, precious child,

Not safe in her own home.

The offender that hurts her,

The monster from her dreams,

Is the one who was supposed to protect her.

But nothing’s as it seems.

She can’t act like nothing’s hurt her.

She flinches when the teacher draws near.

But nobody seems to notice

Her silent streaming tears.

Day after day, she comes back to this place.

And night after night, she dreams of escape.

She’s so afraid.

But she won’t tell you why.

She can’t find the words

To speak the nightmares haunting her mind.

One person seems to care.

As she watches on with concern.

Wondering what happened to the energetic girl

Who once walked in this room.

The sweet, happy, baby girl

Who at one time walked these floors.

Precious honey’s lost her childhood.

That and so much more.

She’s afraid to speak her demons.

That would give them life.

As she sits and trembles

In the darkest part of night.

One person watches on

With care in her eyes.

She wants to know this little girl

Is going to be alright.

She speaks silent words

The teacher seems to understand.

And the teacher tries to help her

As much as she can.

Poor, precious child, scared, unsafe and alone.

No matter what anyone says,

She still has to go home.

And what awaits her there

Is worse than ever.

She knows that she should run away,

She knows to run for cover.

But that would only increase the anger

This demon feels inside.

So poor, precious honey,

She cowers but doesn’t hide.

If only someone could see

Behind the curtains one night,

Maybe they could save her from:

Silver Camera.

Bright White Light.

Sadness

by Megan

i am quiet and shy.

I wonder what it’s like to fly.

I hear the unicorn’s far cry.

I see the ocean when it’s dry.

I pretend that I will never die.

I dream of purple skies.

I am quiet and shy.

Sound of Madness

by Ashley

Inside my heart is the sound of chaos that worsens by every second I think of you.  This pain I call my friend breaks me down, pulls me into a ball, as I scream in agony.  I’m lost in all this destruction. I cannot see. Am I blind? NO, I refuse to believe these LIES!!! But...are these things lies? Maybe they are the TRUTH. I fall over on my back as you hold my arms down. I feel the sharp cold knife of abandonment plunge into what once held my heart. Millions of freezing hands cover my body. I CAN’T BREATHE!! Someone help me? I’m nothing but a shell with no shell. Everything that I once loved is slipping away with every tear that pushes its way out of my eyes. I scream so loud but no one hears me. My tears turn into blood. The darkness clouds over me. My heart is exposed by the torn skin. A hundred tiny silver hooks surround my heart.  It’s so cold.  The tiny hooks jerk back and my heart spills and the only thing I can do is scream and cry in terrible pain. WHY AM I STILL ALIVE!!!!!!  My old friend pain starts to overtake my being... Suddenly I break free of these invisible forces holding me down and fire fills my eyes. I was not wrong. Pain, misery, destruction, and agony were always there for me. They always held my hand.  When I held a knife to my wrist they were there to push it through. When I cried they turned my tears into blood. If I was ever happy they reminded me that happiness was a guiltless twisted LIE. Happiness only brought hell. I am changed; I cannot go back to what I was. Everything I once cared for...once loved is gone... I’M GONE.

Broken Girl

by Anonymous

Today I woke up from the dead and found myself lost and alone. I was not really dead but it was starting to feel like it. I woke up like every other day, but this day seemed different somehow. A part of me was lost and wished to die right then and there, but I think I was afraid. I could not stand it anymore, this bitterness and loneliness or whatever it was. I tried to understand what was happening but I could not. I was too scared to even think what it might be. Most people forget about it and move on but, then again, I am not most people. I am not even sure I am a person. I feel more like a soulless being. I feel like there’s nothing inside me that is human at all. I feel alone and dead inside, but also like a monster. I don’t know even what I am anymore or who I am. I am a soulless person. Now I am a lost soul. It feels like I don’t belong at all. I could try to run but that would be useless. I am useless. What good am I for? What will happen to me if I don’t stay in this dried-up and lonely world? What is this place I have grown to love and hate? What does this all mean? What is happing to me and my soul? What am I? I can’t even look myself in the mirror anymore and say that’s me because I don’t even know what the real me looks like anymore. I feel like a dark hole that is being sucked in by this sad and bloody world.