Sad Poems

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There’s so much no one knows,
So much that no one sees,
About the way I feel inside, my thoughts and all my needs.

Maybe it’s the fact that they don’t look,
Or the fact that I don’t show,
Either way, there are things inside that no one seems to know.

I want to show the world,
I want everyone to see,
All the thoughts and ideas that flow inside of me.

Maybe you haven’t noticed,
Or maybe you didn’t dare,
To find out who I am, to show me that you care.

I’m screaming on the inside,
A smile is what you see,
But I’m not content with the person I seem to be.

There’s a different person on the inside,
That I can’t seem to show,
But maybe if you took the time, that person you could know.

By : Stephanie Schultz

This poem was written/submitted by Deanna.

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Scars she couldn’t hide
Bruises on her back
Pain she always felt
Love is what she lacked.
She never really knew
Or understood why
He loved to see her hurt
And loved to see her cry.

One day she began to tell him
Just what was on her mind
She never got to finish
The words were left behind.
She never saw it coming
Not a thought was in her head
She lay there on the floor
Cold, alone, and dead.

This poem was written/submitted by Shana Goodman.

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How did I let you come in and control all of my life?
How can something like you cause me so much sadness and strife?

You controlled when I cleaned, you controlled when I worked
The responsibilities I had you made me shirk
You made me neglect all the things that I held dear
You made me do things that I would normally fear
You made me sleep and controlled when I woke
You made me start rows, you made me provoke
You controlled when I bathed, you didn’t care if I wasn’t clean
You made me become selfish, you made me be mean
You made me believe things that were lies and not true
You left me feeling sad, so lonely and blue

But because of all these things you have made me wise
Because of all these things I have come to realize
That there’s no point in fighting a battle I’ll never win
There’s no point trying to take it on the chin
Today is the day that I give up the fight
Today is the day that I surrender to your might

This poem was written/submitted by Teresa.

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When i look in the mirror,
all i see is a girl,
unfamiliar to me
As the strangers we see every day
This girl i see wears a mask
to hide who she truly is inside
I see a fake smile
to hide her sorrow
Every day, I see this girl
and Every day people fail to see me,
inside the fake
She talks to me
to keep her from going insane,
All the while crying
to heal the pain

This poem was written/submitted by Feen.

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She’s got the looks,
she’s got the clothes,
but what’s inside nobody knows.
She’s got the attitude,
she’s got the style,
something is hidden but she covers it with a smile.
Her life is hell,
nobody cares,
no one sees inside,
no one sees her tears.
She’s locked herself up,
and thrown away the key,
no one will understand,
no one will ever see.

This poem was written/submitted by Gidget.

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I stare up at the sky so blue,
because there is nothing else to do.
I think about the kids who’s parents are dying,
while I sit there, I start crying.
They have no food or water,
but there is constant slaughter.
These kid’s live in strife,
just think that you are lucky for you have a life.

This poem was written/submitted by Gidget.

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I don’t know how hard it is
to raise a child like me.
I’ve been a bad child,
I’ve caused you tears,
and still, you are here with me.

I remember the time when I ran away,
mom kept looking for me.
She spent her night waiting for my call,
but I ignored it, so insensitive,
I just wanted to be free.

Dad talked to me, hugged me tight,
and said “I love you my dear child, do you feel it?”
and here I am knowing it’s true,
I had the guts to hurt him.

I’m a selfish child who wants to be free,
but couldn’t sleep if mom’s not beside me.
I’m a selfish child who wants to grow fast,
but couldn’t face the angry world
without a grip of dad’s hand.

Despite everything and anything that I would do
How far can I go if I don’t have you.
Mom and dad, now that I’ve grown old
I don’t have the guts to say what I’ve done wrong.
So full of shame and regret,
sorry might not be enough…
sorry might be too late.

Years have passed, there’s this one day,
I came back, a surrender of conscience.
I saw them both sitting in racking chairs,
watching the clouds and garden full of flowers.
I hugged them tight, even when they can’t recall my name.
Mom asked me why I cried, she can’t remember who she used to wait for at night.
Dad held my hand, told me to calm down…
and asked me who I am and if the nurse was around.

These are the words of once a stubborn child,
love your parents while you still can.
While they still remember who you are,
while they feel they love you more and more each day.

Regret comes last,
when it is too late to make up for wrong things done.
So love your parents while they still hope you can…

This poem was written/submitted by Kathrine Yee Baraquia.

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