I hate this pain that has formed inside, this isn't like me a part of me has died.
I want to yell
I want to scream,
this is no longer a dream.
We played games with each other
I thought they were real,
but in reality to him it wasn't a big deal.
I had been myself instead of who I thought he wanted me to be,
but he was not who I thought he was he never wanted me for me.
Poetry © by Tegan
Poem Submitted by Tegan
Pretty girl's tears
I shed so many tears the day you died dad i did not think i could shed anymore.
Prettygirl you used to call me
and i always wished you would be there to call me that but you are not .
I miss your love dad and always will.
I hope you hear my words so that no matter where i am in this world you will always be there to call me your little prettygirl.
Sometimes i wish it was all a dream and that you where still here so that i would not shed anymore of these prettygirl tears.
I love and miss you daddy love your little prettygirl.
Poetry © by Raean Gilbert
Poem Submitted by Raean Gilbert
I knew a boy with the magic.
I knew a boy with the fun.
I knew a boy with the power.
He was the only one.
He'd laugh, he'd sing, he'd play all day.
He was always happy to sing and play.
He couldn't yell; he was never mad.
He couldn't cry; he was never sad.
Then he saw the world and all it had.
He saw the good and he saw the bad.
He learned to yell when he was mad.
He learned to cry when he was sad.
Now I know a man with no magic.
Now I know a man with no fun.
Now I know a man with no power.
He is just like everyone.
Poetry © by Kristing Ansle
Poem Submitted by AguydudeAguydudeu.s.a
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