sadness and depression contest.

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1st place- 5 comment 5 votes
2nd place- 4 comments 4 votes
3rd place- 3 comments 3 votes
4th place 2 comments 2 votes
5th place- 1 comment 1 vote

~An Internal War~

It's hard to gauge all this rage that I feel.
It's hard to cage all this anger that's real.
It's hard to contain all this pain that's inside,
but inside me forever, this pain will reside.

I feel that things around me are moving too fast.
My body is in the future, while my mind's in the past.
Problems from before hurt me now even more.
This isn't just a battle, it's an eternal war.

An internal war that cannot be let out.
A burning fire that will never burnout.
Although, I wish this pain never came,
I refuse to become just another derailed train.

~Sean Dohr~

Sweet Amy Cried

Golden blonde hair pulled into a tight bun,
eyes resting on the glass mirror.
Raising her hand in the air to represent the
break of spring forming on the horizon.
Releasing the nervousness she felt from the crowd
with every step of her ballet slippers.

Remembering what it had once
been like to be performing in front of a stage.
Sweet Amy do not cry.

The music erupted into a chorus
of bird calls singing through the morning light.
Sunrise landing on the surface of the lake;
wanting Amy to take one last swim.
One final dip into the cool water
that once soothed even the most painful reaction.

To rid herself from the world of medicine
which had now become her audience.
Sweet Amy do not cry.

Nineteen year old Amy stared
through the window;
leaning on the edge of the world.
Swallowing every breath of the
cool morning air as it floated into her lungs.
One final breath.

Allowing the music to finish playing
as it brought her back to the
last moments of her childhood.

Before she had fallen prey to
an illness which had taken
almost every strand of soft blonde hair.
Thankfully, just about all of which grew back.
Sweet Amy do not cry.

For one moment, as the music died
in the background of the room,
Amy could see the shadow
of that same blonde haired girl.
The Child that once raised her hand to
dance and moved her slippered feet.

The young girl who had delighted
the eyes of viewers waiting for
the perfect dance. Perfect move.

And while she was not that
same innocent child at the moment,

she wore a golden ring
symbolizing the love she always wanted.
Sweet Amy cried.

Ever so Lonely
by Italian Stallion

All I want for Christmas are Friends
someone who can help me through the bends and turns in life
a friend that cares about me
and friend that I can trust

all my friends have left me
they all left and went to college in different states
I have but one True Friend
and now he is starting to turn away for a girl he likes

on the weekends I have nothing to do
I sit at home and just think about the good times I've had
with the friends I have lost
and the friend I'm about to lose

I sit here ever so lonely
I sit here and just wish that someone can hold me
I don't know what to do anymore
I'm ever so lonely

Falling
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Falling
When I tried so hard to fly

Drowning
In every tear that I cry

Wasting
Every time I tell a lie

Breaking
With each day that passes by

Changing
As my feelings take to blue

Turning
With the things I'm going through

Hating
Knowing everything is true

Hiding
When I know I can't face you

Failing
Where I know I must be strong

Hurting
With each depressing love song

Shaking
I don't know where I belong

Loving
In the eyes of some I'm wrong

Stalling
When you're standing here by me

Paining
I don't know where I should be

Losing
Knowing I am never free

Dying
All because I made you see

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Peace. [Sole]

UHHEALED WOUNDS...

I can see the swarm of people there,
all are aloof and no one is cared.
lost in their own world of pains,
they are hurt and thats the reason they are here.

In the wine of their glasses,
they find their faces unknown.
its hard for them to identify themselves
as they are so aloof, so alone.

They cry out their words so loud,
and burst out their anger filled-in.
they try to vommit their heart out of their mouth,
but keep on drinking whisky and gin.

They swollow every peg of drink down their throat,
and bring them out through their crying eyes.
the tears are not just salted droplets but,
its the pain and grief which lies inside.

People come and forget themselves,
by talking to the strangers they never know.
shouting "cheers" so loud to hide their pain
their grief is lessen and pain is so low.

Some come here bcoz they are cheated,
some to reduce their grief.
some come here to forget their beloved,
and some come here for ease.

This place is a world to them,
where they can do what they wish to.
they are away from this world so cruel,
which gives them the pains and unhealed wounds too...

"The Note They Found On The Floor"

My parents drove me to this
ah... death is such sweet bliss

all day i lay there
in the cold night air

no one has found me yet
but soon they will all regret

this is my revenge to them
to thee i condemn

blade to the bone
you will never see me when I'm grown

this is what you get
in this way you will never forget

my parents walking in
looking at my sin

moonlight going through the door
touching the blood on the floor

good-bye mom
good-bye dad

and good-bye all the fun we could have had

Photograph
by Alyson

Look at the girl
How she sits so still
Motionless in her depression
Not knowing her will

Silently watching
Eyes open wide
Never does she blink
So her feelings she doesn't hide

Shes looking through the glass
At the people that surround her
How they stare at her helplessly
Wishing she was there

But she just sits there silently
With the smile upon her face
To bad that its a mask
And she holds it firmly in place

That was in the past
As the scene sadly shows
In the photograph she will sit forever
With the sadness nobody knows

Untitled #1
by Hayley J

If my soul was a building,
I'll tell you how it'd be,
hidden beneath lengths of ivy,
resting in the shade of a tree.

The property would be beautifully kept,
and the ivy would be in full bloom,
but deep inside the mysterious house,
many dark shadows would loom.

The floor boards would squeak in agony,
while the lights would flicker non-stop,
dust and clutter would be everywhere,
from torn carpets, to sticky old bottles of pop.

Animals would be running ramped,
from birds and raccoons to rodents alike,
gnawing away at the interior,
causing the number of holes to spike.

There would be huge gouges in the floor,
from people who once ran through,
everything would be falling apart,
but outside it would look brand new.

Shattered mirrors in every room,
dark paintings in every hall,
but no one will ever know,
because upon them no light will fall.

All the doors would be locked,
and no one would see the mess within,
no one would hear the dripping of the tap,
or see the rugs worn thin.

If my soul was a building,
the outside would stand tall,
but deep inside the concrete walls,
the whole place would be starting to fall.

But by fixing up the outside,
people stop and admire with a grin,
oblivious to the piece of cement,
that suddenly dropped within.

~Trigger Half Pulled~

In the chamber lies his fate.
Himself, a bullet, and the gun...
The pistol is his final mate,
he has no where left to run.

Releases the chamber with six slots,
the bullets in, the gun is cocked.
Only one bullet, only one shot,
this is the end of being mocked.

Puts the gun up to his head,
all pain and emotions annulled.
Realizes that this can't be the end,
leaving the trigger half pulled.

~Sean Dohr~

srry I was gonna post another poem here but I figured that I should only put one instead

S.O.S.
by Ally

Im saying that im scared
im saying someone help me
im saying i cant cope
but no one understands

i cry myself to sleep
i miss you all so bad
I want to tell somebody
but no one understands

i need a helicopter
or a rescue plane
to fly in here and save me
but no one understands

i want someone to love me
to put their arm around me
to say that it'll be okay,
but noone understands.

i dont know how to tell them
why should i try at all
its best to keep it hidden
because noone understands.

All poems were great, really hard chioce.

1ST- SEAN & SOLE

2ND- HAYLEY & ALYSON

3RD- PURE HEART & VIXON

4TH- INVISABLE 2 YOU

5TH- ITALIAN STALLION & KAYLEE ROSE

Sarah, thank you sooo much. It is really nice to enter judged competitions and have judges who are serious about what they're doing. Thanks a lot!!!

~Sean Dohr~

Thanks a lot, I'll be commenting on everyone elses poem as well, just to say thanks for entering, and thanks a lot sarah for judging as well!

Peace. [Sole]

thanks a lot Sarah!
congrats to all!

I can't believe that I placed and tied for second. Thank you so much!