Alisha S.

I show you my poems, not for praise, but help. These verses are pleas on paper. You say 'beautiful', I scream mercy. Is it not clear enough? Are my sufferings my fault? I guess now, if you decide to help after reading this, you'll have to go to my grave.

Living in the shadows. It is a life of hate, anger, disgust. Watching them be better. It is a life of rage, frustration and hurt. Not being enough A stake, to the soul The perfect poison for your heart, The perfect poison for your sanity. Doing your life's best, and not being enough, Forever a dissapointment. My life is black, their praise are lies, How dare they! To my face, they say with a smirk, "that was amazing"... they never do add the 'but'. That was amazing!... But never, ever will it be good enough.

Kiss away my tears, trace the patterns of my sorrow with your lips light remains light no matter what the colour is mix with my nature and bring a new definition to life help me to not look to the future but live it make perfection not a sin but a goal i will follow you, you will be my main direction you are the wolf; i am the moon. there will never be a dawn that breaks the spell surrounding us. under the endless stars we are but one we are alive.

Moments of inspiration Laid forgotten, barren with dying sin Inspiration opening reality, Reality staring into possibility possibility morphed into dreams, Dreams barren, forgotten, Forgotten moments of inspiration.

As the world is engulfed in darkness as the moon comes out to play as the sun's fire fades as the stars illuminate the world as the predators awaken as the prey falls asleep as I gaze outside as the fragile Earth disappears.

Tired. I am exhausted. My bed holds no solace for me. My sleep is plagued by nightmares. My siblings sleep soundly beside me.. How envious I am. By dawn, the terrors have been taken from my mind leaving no visible trace but the race of my heart the sweat on my brow, and the tears streaking down on my face My brain is my jailer. My cranium is my cell. My thoughts are my punishment. My exhaustion is not only physical now, but emotional as well. I am done with the lies, I am done with the pain, I don't know what to fight for.

Crying is a weakness. Every tear which slides down my face is a traitor. I feel numb-no i feel angry, Everyday, every single damned day is a struggle. A struggle to keep up the act. Each smile holds a thousand secrets. My smile holds memories. Harsh words, Fearful actions, Broken hearts. The only thing left of the betrayers is a runny nose- That, however, is on the outside. Inside a battle rages on... And chaos has the upper hand.

Running to stand still, When you look up Do you see the blue sky of what might be? Or the darkness of what never will? Do you see me? You ask me to not run away... But I'm already gone.