Hush little princess Close your eyes Enjoy your journey through hell The melodies of screams and cries Oh fallen angel Who put it in your head? You never were God's favourite You are hated and better of dead Come here sweet face The evil will always radiate fear But now you are one of them The reason you are here There there innocent Why do you cry? You thought you were sinless Just stop with the lie Listen child To the spirit's call To their sweet lies You shall fall Take a seat Burn yourself on this fiery throne Come straigh to hell you incoherent mess Welcome home
Hey, Okay I saw the anti bullying seminar we had in school today and it inspired me and my friend to write this poem THIS IS HOW I FEEL - True emotions a bullied soul feels You want to be left alone , you are made fun of . You are in a group , you are bullied . Either way its going to be hell, and it fells as though you are being pushed into a well. As each day passes it pains even more , and it feels terrible to be insecure . The deafening silence has a story to be told . All my emotions are destroying my soul . My soul is on fire , and it cannot bare . But guess what? There is no one who cares. - Kamya Ashok and Simran Uttereja Okay here is the poem me and my friend wrote a...
Now that I have been given the chance to speak, I shall wait for the silence. Or rather, The silenced. I stand her just to mouth for the mute. I ask if you’re willing to listen, not just hear what they have to say. These winds carry the screams of those once in pain, Their tears fall heavily upon us as rain. It’s as though we believe God exists, but fail to see his children crying. Like Atheists we sit here, their existence denying. And to those of us who believe in ourselves rather than this higher power. Why do we fail to see the lives being wasted every hour? Is it because they’re not like us? We are as deaf to them as we are to religion. I could try to see things from your point of view, but even then I would blame you. Because you said you’d have helped had you known. But through their silence it was clearly shown. Now I see you trying to hide, Just like they hid their sufferings – “I’m okay” they lied. The problem is we have strived to be perfect for so ...
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