Rapunzel
Age: 124
7075 days old here
Total Posts: 51848
Points: 0
Location:
Pakistan, Pakistan
Behind those brown eyes
Drowning inside,
Yet she
Smiles,
Laughs,
The pain that she so tactfully hides,
But behind closed doors,
The girl ain’t the same.
Every day every night,
She awakes with a tear on her face,
And as she steps out the house,
Her eyes the only sign,
In to what this girl hides.
She walks past the bus stop,
Her heart filled with dread,
As instead of the usual crowd,
The bullies meet there instead.
She turns away,
So they can’t read her eyes,
The only entrance,
In to the pain that she hides,
The swirling, soulless empty gates,
And as a sole dark tear,
Trickles down her cheek,
As she hears,
Nothing, just darkness,
Until the sudden shot,
Of pain that rages through her veins,
As she screams inside,
She can’t take any more,
But it’s too late,
As she falls to the floor.
Pain,
Swirls around her black corrupt heart,
For once the girl isn’t hiding,
Inside she is dead,
She can’t take any more,
Not the outside that is harmed,
But inside of her head.
She runs to school,
Thoughts inside of her head,
She can’t take it no more,
She runs to the toilets and closes the door.
That night at home she cries her self to sleep,
Wakes up at 3,
Too many thoughts to keep.
Too many thoughts for her to hide,
She cries inside,
God I’ve tried.
She shakes as she reaches for the Knife.
No she thinks this it not right.
She smiles to herself,
As she thinks of the thought,
Of the face of the bullies,
If they knew what she thought.
They wouldn’t be me,
They would cry and hang in shame,
I’m proud of what I am,
I’m not to blame.
So she falls back in bed,
And snuggles up with a sigh,
It shouldn’t be me,
It should be them who should die.
The next morning,
As she approaches school,
Her head up high,
She goes to the bullies,
You know I want to die?
Why do you bully me?
Does it make you feel great?
Because last night,
All I felt was hate.
The bully turned around with the look in her eye,
It’s because you’re beautiful,
That is why,
I love the way you look,
You act,
Why cant I,
Be more like that.
The girl turned round and looked with a sigh,
And gave her a glance,
Walked away,
Without a goodbye.
Rapunzel
Age: 124
7075 days old here
Total Posts: 51848
Points: 0
Location:
Pakistan, Pakistan
Behind Brown Eyes
You tried to explain, but I walk away
I look at you but you look away
I know I always seem to know
What to do, what to say
I tried to believe, tried to stay
I knew what I had to do,
I knew I had to walk away
Look at what you did, that caused me to leave
Look at what you said, that caused me to change
I’m confused as to why; I hate you so much more
Look at this girl behind these brown eyes
The words that you said
Tore me apart
The scene in my mind
When I tried to tell you that
I love you with all of my heart
What I did I do wrong to make you do this?
Where did you find her, this girl whom now
Takes her place in your bed and your heart?
The one who took my place, in your life for a start
Look at what you did, that caused me to leave
Look at what you said, that caused me to change
I’m confused as to why; I hate you so much more
Look at this girl behind these brown eyes
I don’t care if you begged, don’t care what you say
I don’t want to here those words, “Baby come back to me.”
I don’t want you begging at my front door,
There’s a new lock anyway, your key won’t fit anymore
You opened up my heart, with all those lies
Look at this heart behind these brown eyes.
Rapunzel
Age: 124
7075 days old here
Total Posts: 51848
Points: 0
Location:
Pakistan, Pakistan
My Fantasy
You look at me with dark brown eyes
Eyes that say, 'I've known you all my life.'
I look at you and your deep, sunken eyes look almost like mine
Everytime I see you
You never keep conversation
Yet you say, 'Hi, how are you? '
I must have met you before
In another life? Maybe
I still hope to see you tomorrow
The next day and the day after that
You make my days enjoyable
Suddenly you're no longer there
I search for you in the valleys of my mind
You are etched in the 'Kodak' part of my memory
You! with your beautiful dark skin and short curly hair
Your height does not matter to me
If only I could see you
I would tell you how much I feel
This unforbidden love can't be for real
I am dumbstruck now that you have appeared
Your big beautiful smile is thrilling me to my very bones
I feel very happy and I hope you won't take my quietness as an insult
I want to jump, cry, run
Yet I can only smile
Cause with you there's no space, no time!
Rapunzel
Age: 124
7075 days old here
Total Posts: 51848
Points: 0
Location:
Pakistan, Pakistan
My Memory
Her brown & black, brown & black eyes,
Are just a memory.
One in which is trapped
In the deep depths of my mind.
I want to let go
Then I come close
But I see
The memory...
The song on the radio...
The pictures in the box...
The words she spoke...
The sound of her voice...
... All part of the memory.
I want to let go
just as I come close
I see as clear as day
The memory...
Of the smiles and the laughs...
Of the happiness and joy...
Of the sunshine and the stars...
Of our love and the untouched kisses...
All part of the memory
I want to let go
Even though I come close
I still remember
The memory...
The first 'Hello'
Our first meeting
I thought we had years
But now I know
It was all a lie, a joke,
A meaningless experiment.
Now here I lay
Awake in the night
Wondering when the
Pain and suffering of heartache
Will come to an end.
I want to let go
Oh, so close
Although so far
Why can't I forget
The memory...
The memory...
The memory...
The memory...
I want to forget...
that memory.
I want to let go...
Of that memory.
My Memory...
Rapunzel
Age: 124
7075 days old here
Total Posts: 51848
Points: 0
Location:
Pakistan, Pakistan
I wander alone
through brown coloured eyes
waiting for the one that looks at my insides.
so the outside is important i hear some say
but is that why we are all so astray?
from life and love
can't we all just rise above
and take off those gloves
that hide who we really are
and let that which was broken fly again.
One may see this and read the words
one may read this and see that the world
If we all saw eye to eye, cheek to cheek,
some agree it is better than being alone and weak.
but strength is not being braun
strength is not being many
strength is bravery,
seek and receive
and the world will never be bleak and deceived
