Who am I?

Waiting for the answer to who am I
I get more confused the more I try
Who is the girl in the mirror staring at me
Her identatiy is a mystery
I long to know what's my purpose in life
That has forever been my ongoing strife
And from now until the day I die
I will wonder what is it that makes me cry
What makes me laugh, what makes me sad
What makes me wonder, what makes me mad
So that some day I'll finelly meet
The girl they all call Emily



The question I have been trying to answer since the 8th grade. Still don't know.

My Crime

My pen is my weapon, these lines are my crime
Please judge, what's the punishment for sorrow filled rhyme
I've confessed myself in sullen words
I've gained pitty that I do not desevre
Pain I have still, but love I have lost
Tell me now, at what cost
I've already lost all I hold dear
There is nothing else left that I will fear
Torture, death, I can take it all
What ever you say, it's your call



So, don't know what propted this or really what it's about. It started out as a strange appology for having only depressing writing, but turned into standing up for it. The ending kinda sucks and is really over dramatic, but I feel like that sometimes. Everything hurts so much so that I'm not scared of anything.

Broken

I wake up each morning to find myself grieving
I seriously doubt there is a benefit to breathing
Life goes on but my heart stands still
They think this can all be fixed with a pill
But it's more than just inside my head
I walk and talk but my soul is dead
So if you find a solution please let me know
If not just leave me, let me go



This is another one of those poems that started with a good line I wanted to use that just came to me out of no where. The second line infact, but I had to alter it a little, it used to be "I find myself debating the benefits of breathing" but that obviously didn't fit. This poem is also a little weird in the fact that I didn't know what I was writing about until I was done with it. Also props to Patrick for coming up with a title because I seriously couldn't think of one.

Trapped

Take me away from this place, I want out
Here the pain of the past does nothing but shout
I'm constantly reminded of hurtful memories
I can't forget, I can't forgive, I need to leave
Anywhere else I can live free
I can be whoever I want to be
But in this city, this house, this place that I know
Here, here my history won't let me go



This is a rather interesting poem, I wrote it about 5 minutes ago. You see I had been trying to write a poem all night and I was just about to give up when the first line came to me out of no where. Anyways the poem is about how I feel about Columbus right now. Since I'm moving in 7 months more than ever I feel like I'm stuck here and I just cannot wait until we leave!

Suicide

The music plays calmly as I softly cry
Any moment now I will die
I leave behind this world of pain
In my final decision I feel not ashamed
I'm ready for peace, I'm ready for love
Please God take me to the above
The tub around me fills with blood from my bleeding wrist
My body grows cold but the pain persists
In my final thoughts I say good bye
But I'm all alone, there is no reply



In the mood to post something and this is the only good poem I had left in my stack. I'm not really suicidal, but a few times death has sounded like a good escape. The only problem is there is no coming back.