Sympathy Quotes

Never wanted it to more beautiful tonight
frozen under a darkened moon
folded and feeling what i saw tonight

Ghouls and witches walk the streets
and i drive past them fast
because that’s where i was called to be

Usually i’m fine with what i do
but you don’t forget to feel
the family is gone
and my head is my hands
sitting where i hope no one will see

You can ask me if it’s the blood
the loss and the resulting pain
I can never point to one thing
this one sticks to me
there will be no music
home from the hospital
yes, my thoughts are that loud

I used to take comfort in empty halls
this one follows me and makes me ache
i cry when I’m closed to the doors
I’m almost anonymous, a few housekeeping workers

I’m not afraid of the changes that
surely will call me back again
it’s not about the red lights
the sound of blades landing
it’s about the lights that have changed
the lights that are gone

Morning comes with a chill
and i don’t want to answer that alarm
i just want to snuggle in my own body’s warmth
look out the window to mourning doves
and i look for the moon
but it sticks to the dark
like i do
(Poem by knightcall)

There once was a girl who cried everyday,
and to everyone that asked, she would say she’s okay.

This girl always had to step out of class,
because of that she hardly passed.

Out in the school halls she would cry,
because she would suffer for her friend rather than die.

The reason for her suffereing is without a doubt her mother
Who threatens the girl so much that this girl turned to others.

This girl always used mechanical pencils to carve words into her skin,
rather than committing the ultimate sin.

When they fought her mother threatened to put her up for adoption that night.
Making the girl cry with all of her might.

The very next day at school the girl cries with her friend.
Wishing and hoping for the nightmare to end…

This girl endured life for this one certain friend who to her is more like a sister
and if her mother makes the people take this girl away, her friend will really miss her.

For the girl’s friend has lost so many loved ones that were so close,
that she would kill herself if she lost that one girl that suffered for her the most.

So here is this one girl with a friend so true,
crying and talking until their final day together is through…

But what most people don’t know and what most people can’t see..
Is that this girl… is me.
(Poem by Brandy aka Poemish)

I look at myself,
And all I see,
Is the past,

What caused the pain,
What created these scars.

I look inside,
And see the same.

Is there any way,
To escape,
This never ending pain?

To look at an object,
And see in your mind,
A way to use it,
In a negative way.

What do you do,
When that voice,
Inside your head,
Gets to much to bear?

When all you want,
Is to listen to it,
And follow through,

How do you escape,
The never ending pain,
The scars,
Written all over your body?
(Poem by Rebecca Shonamon)

I was smiling,
things were great,
now its ruined,
thank you fate!

My joy
was a string,
that fate
promptly sliced.

Now
I am trapped,
In a
never-ending vice.

of anger,
of sorrow,
of tears,

I beg it
to end soon,
for fate
knows my fears.
(Poem by Megan G.)

Shot through the heart with spite,
a tear of sorrow leaks
as blood seeps from her broken chest.

Like cupid without his silken wings
she begins to fall fast
into the darkness of woe.

Another victim of emotional torment
and the endless search for love
she joins the legion of
(Poem by Therage)

Aunt Flo is still visiting
I hate it when she comes over
It’s just another reminder that you’re no longer here
It was amazing how you made yourself known to me
How you could take control of my own body
Expanding and stretching the contours of my shape
Making yourself “right at home”
As you should have
I could feel you inside
Exuding vibrations of life
I felt like a glowing ray of sunshine
Producing life and hope in a single package of beauty
But as one day leaves and another day comes
You vanished
In one moment, you were gone
That day held so much trauma and disappointment
I believed I would die
But I didn’t die, you did…
I still don’t understand how you could go,
But you have gone and
Now that you’re gone, some days
It’s like you were never even there
Who could tell?
My body was stubborn and defiant
Morphing it’s self back, against my wishes
I would have toted that beautiful round shape you blessed me with
To the grave, as a reminder of you
A monument of your work during your short time on earth
Instead, nature had it’s way and has erased all traces of you
Except a Memory
I miss you…
Sometimes I hold myself and
Try to image your tiny fingerprints
Have left evidence of you on the inside walls
I try to touch them because
It’s the closet I ever got
To holding you…
(Poem by Jasmine Christian)