some poems on how i feelJust a title

ive been in a very crappy mood all day
so i wrote poems on everything that ive been feeling
these poems are based on experiences ive had
and feelings that have been repressed to long.

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Just a title
Nothing more
I am sorry to say
We have no rapport

Better this way
Than playing pretend
This is the way I have come to contend

Just a title
Nothing more
I'm finally able to close the door

You did this yourself
All on your own
I hope you like feeling alone

I have tried too much
Now I am tired of holding the clutch

Just a title
Nothing more
Is what I have decided for

You made your choice
Now you must lie
Now I see your chosen side

Just a title
Nothing more
'Mother' now I shut the door.

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How do you get by, when there's nobody there for you?
How do you manage to live, when nobody cares?
You thought you had a friend, and then they disappear.
You thought you had a good life, and then its torn away.
Your dad is never home, he's off with his other family.
All day long you sit alone, wishing for someone to hold you.
There's nobody to love, nobody to like, nobody to care for.
Life as you know it is no longer so.

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Dark red
Trickles
Trickles down her arm
A special little secret
Known as self harm

Fiery red
Anger
Builds up deep inside
She's got to let these feelings out
But to who can she confide

Dark silver
Blade
Is the one that she trusts
The one that she turns to
When life becomes too much

Long white
Sleeves
To cover her pain
Hide her relief
Hide the cuts again

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Every time I see you I remember
All the things you did for me when I
Was going through my adolescent hell.
Yet now I cannot speak unless I cry.

I know you are no longer free to see me;
You've made your choice, and that I must respect.
But I've a need to say that I still love you.
I have no fear or pride I need protect.

Just as the sun must come back every morning
To shine upon the meadow it holds dear,
So I will from afar shine on your glory,
And hope someday again you'll let me near.