If I could, I would take your pain OriginalI wish I could help,
but I know I can't.
I live too far away,
kind words is the only thing I can say.
I care about you, I really do!
again, I wish I could do something for you.
When I read what you write about,
makes me want to run, scream and shout.
If I were there, I would speak up and support you
no matter what I would have to do.
Hope you know people care,
that you are alive and still here.
If I could, I would take your pain,
I wouldn't care how much I would gain.
I would be with you when I could
I know that is something I would.
Take it away? I know I can't do
but it hurts me that people spreads this shit about you.
People don't know you, they don't care
that something might happen to others out there.
I hope this poem will bring you good,
and hopefully a change in your mood.
To me you are gold,
I would never have sold.
I pray for your safety, I pray for your happiness,
for it all to disappear, this foolishness.
I pray for your future, I pray for hope
even though it can't be washe
Random text OriginalYour standing in the dark, no one can save you, no one can hear your voice.
From a little light you can see the hope, the good and life.
You try to reach out for the light, but you're broken. You can't move, nor scream.
Your voice is taken by the darkness, nothing can save you.
You fall down on nothing. Just laying there, waiting for the end to appear and your soul to move on.
You close your eyes, ready to leave this world.
Your suddenly remember all your happy times, with your friends and family.
About all your important loved ones who once where there.
Then you hear a small voice, you think it's nothing.
The voice reach out for you to hear, but you ignore it thinking it's just in your head.
It continues until you can hear it loud and clear. Someone is calling you.
Out from the pain, out from the darkness, from the light. A voice you recognize, a familiar voice, sweet, kind but
upset or rather scared.
You shreds a tear. Someone came looking for you, someone who didn't give up on you.
Confused OriginalI can't believe I am who I am,
Being friendly, always nice
I wonder when my darkness will rise
Am I cursed? Cause it feels like I am,
Always following the great big plan.
The plan of doing the good, even it’s for the other parts best and not mine,
Following it for too long, I've completely lost track of time.
I feel like a robot, with no feelings at all
And nobody can see this great big wall.
The wall that no one can see,
Is sealed right here inside of me.
Why do I have to be so kind? Can't I just be mean?
And wash my kind heart completely clean.
Start over, throw myself away,
So I can see a clear beautiful day.
People say they like me for who I am now,
And they don't want to change me somehow.
I feel grateful, but something is there,
Showing me a path that leads nowhere.
At the smallest mistake, right away, I feel guilt,
Even though I shouldn't feel bad about it.
When I'm mean to people who are mean to me,
I just can't seem to let them be.
Telling them I'm sorry, getting s
Didn't do anything to you Original"Didn't do anything to you"
You think you know,
and put up a show.
You don't think of how it might get,
and putting them inside a big net.
Their friends might doubt,
and you can't get out.
They feel the pain, every day,
and it won't just fade away.
It rests in your heart,
it rests in your mind
the person is quietly falling behind.
As the time has passed,
you will know at last,
you were wrong all along,
and for that, a life has been thrown.
You feel ashamed, I hope you do!
Cause that person didn't do anything to you.
Hard to tell Original "Hard to tell"
The world is cruel and the world is great
It can be your killer or your most trusted mate.
No life is perfect, most people know,
This is not a fairytale to put up in a show.
So many more, knows a lot of pain,
Much more than people should gain.
It makes me sad to think about the people out there
Which hurt so much and can go nowhere.
No one to talk to, no one to tell,
Shutting themselves in a big cell.
Some experience cruelty more than others,
It can be your friend, sister or brothers.
Some wants to keep it to themselves,
But don't judge them.
They don't want you to know because for you, they care,
And know they are safe because you are there.
Somehow, you want to tell,
But are afraid of breaking the shell.
The shell is the heart, trust and love,
Afraid that you, away from their life will shove.
That cruel, you don't think they can be,
But you imagine that it, you can see.
Wandering alone, keeping it inside,
Makes your mind slowly die.
It’s best to tell someon
Night sky: Original Poem"Night Sky"
You ask about my favorite time of the day,
I think about it while I smile to you and say,
The night of course, I love it a lot
And you look at me not knowing if it's true or not.
I walk to the window, looking up at the sky,
Clearing my throat, ready to tell you why.
The night can be evil but beautiful as well,
Even if not all people, the reason can tell.
Bad things might happen at night,
But there is always some kind of light.
The lights is there shining up the sky,
Even some, like us, falls down and die.
They are something called stars,
When I watch, in my head they stop wars.
I feel relaxed, feeling good,
They really help me and change my mood.
I think about life or nothing at all,
Just imagining all my problems fall.
When I was little, I talked to the stars at night,
Cause I thought people dear to me was in sight.
Those I would never ever see again,
The night sky slowly became my trusted friend.
The one I could talk to, who listened to what I had to say,
Just shining dow