Emotion of Poems

[allison]

I’ve got the urge to scream at nothing,
To scream about nothing.
It gets inside of me to make me feel nothing.
To make me feel every emotion,
Maybe I feel this way because of the nightmares.
The nightmares that suffocate me in my sleep.
Literally,
Not false,
But, truth.
I wake up,
And feel like it’s a dream.
Maybe thee dream.
I wake up confused,
Then I cry.
The tears sting my eyes.
I blink,
I blink,
And,
Again.
The tears fall.
Once, Twice,
They are done.
Then I can’t breathe.
I’m suffocating.
Am I doing this myself?
It can’t be.
No, stop doing this!
I can’t fucking breathe!
Once I fall asleep.
I don’t wake up.

[allison]

You make me laugh
I honestly thought you loved me,
Then I realized our love was
One sided.
I loved you.
But,
You
Didn’t
Love
Me.
You wanted love,
But not that kind of love.
The kind of love that
Makes you physically happy
You wanted my body,
My words,
You wanted what was underneath my clothes,
My naked body,
Not what was skin deep.
You wanted everything,
Didn’t you?
The thing I didn’t get why everything,
Didn’t include my heart.

[allison]

Rock, rock, rock.
The vehicle moves back and forth.
After the nine months came,
You hear in the little compacting room,
Screams of a mother birthing.
Birthing a baby girl.
She’s now,
Two years old.
Man, doesn’t her mom love the terrible twos.
She was really happy without a care,
A care in the world.
Elementary school,
Middle school,
And high school came.
Elementary wasn’t too bad,
The happy little girl she once was,
Ended up with ten friends,
When middle school came,
She had only three close friends.
When high school came,
She was down to one.
One friend that stuck with her.
At home it got bad,
Mom started to drink,
Dad left.
The little girl started to wear baggy clothes.
Had greasy hair,
And didn’t care about much,
Except the blade that was in her hand at nighttime.
When her friend saw her wrist she was confused,
Confused on why she had those marks.
When the little girl said ‘oh it’s nothing, don’t worry about it.’
Her friend thought nothing about it.
Then one day, when she walked in the front doors at school the one morning,
There was a table in front of the show case,
That held photos of her best friend in it,
With flowers assorted all over the table.
With the three letters:
R
I
P.

[allison]

You wrung my neck,
Making me feel the pain you like.
You see my face.
It’s blue,
And purple,
And black.
You take your fist and pound me in the leg.
Making my eyes river out tears.
I don’t scream,
I can’t scream,
You have me by the neck.
You aren’t letting go any time soon.
I see the fear in your eyes.
You don’t like doing this.
You feel terrible about it.
Like a monster.
But, you can’t stop.
You love it.
You’re thinking about stopping.
But, you don’t want me to spread it.
You don’t want me to spread about the monster you are.
You continue,
Until I stop moving.
And I lie there,
Eyes open,
Unmoving,
Dead.