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DisappearSometimes, when I'm sadDisappear by MikkiMarie
I remember that one time,
All I had to worry about was
If the bubbles I had blown, were about to
Sometimes, when I'm sad
I remember that one time,
I began to worry about the day that
My childhood would simply
Sometimes, when I'm sad
I remember that some day,
When I'm sitting with my husband
In the old old house... my days will simply
And that day,
The day when my heartbeat is
The day when my breath
Truly gets taken away.
That's the day
When my worries, my concerns, my fears...
Little GirlThere sits the girl with the things in her eyesLittle Girl by MikkiMarie
Monsters, destruction, and sweet butterflies
Hopscotch and daisies, surrounded by screams
Beautiful dresses now torn at the seams
Crayons and paintbrushes, villains and grins
Young, gladsome innocence, hatred and sins
Little red houses on roads left to fade
Gorgeous moonlight shining off of the blade
Blood pouring out as she cries her own name
Knowing she's forced to take each bit of blame
She could have stopped it and left it behind
All of these things in her troubled young mind
She could have saved them if she dared to try
Rather, though, she left herself there to die.
Now, others watch as she sits on the ground
Keeping their distance and letting her drown
In her own worries and things she won't tell
Waiting for her mind to kill her as well.
Depression Isn't RealDepression isn’t true, my dearDepression Isn't Real by MikkiMarie
Depression isn’t real.
It’s just a silly tragedy
You’ve forced yourself to feel.
Anxiety is fake, my friend
You wonder why it’s there.
But others have it worse than you!
Stop forming false despair.
Cutting is dramatic, love,
It’s ugly, and it’s dumb.
Why not just get over it?
Is the attention fun?
Suicide is stupid, dear,
And selfish, if I may.
Get over yourself, darling,
Can you hear these things I say?
Why aren’t you replying, love?
Oh, where could you have gone?
I never meant to hurt you, love,
Did I say something wrong?
Why aren’t you replying, dear?
Depression isn’t true!
Oh, but yes it was, “my dear”...
Just maybe not for you.
City LightsYou were a constellation ofCity Lights by MikkiMarie
In the night sky
But I could not see you
Past the lights
Of the city
For I had thought the
Were glorious and
But I had forgotten
Depression is an OptionDepression is a choice, my dear,Depression is an Option by MikkiMarie
And happiness the same
You choose this illness, don’t you?
What a tragic little game.
Depression is an option, love
Just get up out of bed
Take your tears and worries
And just smile now instead.
Depression is a choice, you see,
And so is suicide.
Just sit back, kick your feet up, dear
Enjoy this perfect ride.
Get over your own standards
Of what everyone should be.
Just smile for once, and maybe
You’ll be living perfectly.
Depression is an illness
That we feel so deep within.
Why would anybody choose
To write poetry on their skin?
Unless there lies a reason, dear,
I would not choose to die.
If depression was an option...
I’d choose to say goodbye.
Say SomethingSay something.Say Something by MikkiMarie
Allow the words to form as a hurricane
Amongst the tip of your tongue.
Force the voice within you outwards from your chest,
And cause the echo to slam against the walls,
You are broken,
And darling, you must beg
Have you not witnessed the crime of
The crime of
Into the fog of our own predicaments?
We are taught to fill our minds
With the hatred we have for them
And curve the bullet of cruelty
In order to penetrate our own
You are hurt,
Left here in an endless abyss
Of suffering and emotional destruction.
Wishing, dreaming, hoping,
Perhaps even craving
A gust of wind filled with realization
To lift us, carry us,
Upwards into reality.
Darling, you’re breaking.
Somewhere Between the SpacesA girl sits, her face as blank as an unpainted canvas,Somewhere Between the Spaces by MikkiMarie
Her forearms with words written in scars,
“Ugly”, “Worthless”, and finally,
Because somewhere between the spaces
Of broken times of the cold winter nights
And the days meant to be filled with
She was taught, somewhere, somehow,
To completely despise the girl
She was growing to become,
And more so the one she already
Though she felt the pain of
Sword fights and battles
Bashing on the sides of her mind,
She was sure to keep herself looking perfect,
So perhaps someone could love the
Ugliness, which she had written on her forehead
For the world to see.
She desired to belong to someone
Other than herself,
Because after all,
It is every little girl’s dream.
She was no more than ten years old,
When she first remembered the shame
From seeing her own body,
And of course, it will not be the
She would run home from class at the end of
My name is Mikki, middle name Marie. I'm fifteen. I found my love for poetry a long time ago... And now, I've combined it with my love for people. I speak out against suicide. |
I love all my watchers and I love all my haters...
Feel free to check out my poetry and pictures. I appreciate all comments, even if I don't reply to them all.
My future? Well, I hope to be a motivational speaker.
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