All Nonfiction Bullying Books Academic Author Interviews Celebrity interviews College Articles College Essays Educator of the Year Heroes Interviews Memoir Personal Experience Sports Travel & CultureAll Opinions Bullying Current Events / Politics Discrimination Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking Entertainment / Celebrities Environment Love / Relationships Movies / Music / TV Pop Culture / Trends School / College Social Issues / Civics Spirituality / Religion Sports / Hobbies
- Summer Guide
- College Guide
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Personal Experience
- Travel & Culture
- Current Events / Politics
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
- Community Service
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
I find myself... wasting my rhymes,
And staring at walls most of the time,
I wait and I wonder,
My life I do ponder,
With a blank, and yet such a sad face...
I've memorized every dent in this place,
Every glory, but outweighed by disgrace,
I try and i fight,
but I'm clasped in the night,
With a fear of the truth that I cannot bend.
My heart, its stopped beating again,
the wounds, I would not mend,
From the previous blows,
And the blood stain that shows,
I have no where left to hide...
I am, staring out my bedside...
With no dignity, no sense of pride,
I feel the cold liquid,
I am immune to it,
Its no surprise that again, I am crying.
the tears come without me trying,
they fall without me denying,
I lay my head down,
And I nearly drown,
With the current of my falling tears...
I have stared at this wall for years..
I have been forced to relive all my fears,
With the screaming and aching,
The bending the breaking,
And this wall... does nothing to protect me this time...
I have found myself, wasting a rhyme...
Convincing myself that I'm fine...
the wording, the typing,
the moaning, the griping...
Will I never, be human again..?