Hi, um, well by looking at what everyone else has done, it seems I gotta open a new thread for every poem so here's my 2nd poem (my first is called Almost Doesn't Count). This is actually the first poem I ever wrote and I was a mere 13 at the time. Anyway, here goes:
Life And Death
Happiness, sadness, excitment and anger,
These are all emotions I feel no long,
Life is but a delicate gift,
And love is what gives it that powerful life,
I have left this world and entered another,
I have joined my grandparents and my mother,
I felt out of place, that I didn't belong,
I committed a crime which I know was so wrong,
As I lifted the dagger, tears welled up in my eyes,
Nobody heard my last pitiful cries,
Later they found me,
My pain, my sadness, they could never see,
Sure I had friends, a boyfriend and love,
But it was within myself that I never had enough,
Now that I'm gone,
My pain is just as strong,
How I wish they could see,
That the reason I left is because I wasn't happy with me.
23/5/97
*Emma*
Life And Death
Happiness, sadness, excitment and anger,
These are all emotions I feel no long,
Life is but a delicate gift,
And love is what gives it that powerful life,
I have left this world and entered another,
I have joined my grandparents and my mother,
I felt out of place, that I didn't belong,
I committed a crime which I know was so wrong,
As I lifted the dagger, tears welled up in my eyes,
Nobody heard my last pitiful cries,
Later they found me,
My pain, my sadness, they could never see,
Sure I had friends, a boyfriend and love,
But it was within myself that I never had enough,
Now that I'm gone,
My pain is just as strong,
How I wish they could see,
That the reason I left is because I wasn't happy with me.
23/5/97
*Emma*