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1 1) Crazy Poem By: Madison Mefford Manic laughter echoes from these walls of insanity, While I sit in this corner, Struggling to find clarity, And in truth I mean this with utmost sincerity, I am crazy. My vision is blurred, my perception hazy, My body drooping like the petals of a wilted daisy. I should have done what they said, I’m talking to walls and the voices in my head, There is a monster lurking under my bed, Is it possible to be living yet already dead? I’m shaking so much that it’s making my teeth rattle, Inside my mind is just one constant battle, They’re trying to help me but their voices turn to meaningless prattle. Maybe for what I have, there is no cure, Nobody understands the nonstop pain that I endure. If there is no end, then is there no hope? Is it possible for my aching soul to find a way to cope? Each day I slide further and further down this slope. This state of mind is like an itch that I just can’t scratch, It looks like I have met my one and only true match, This is beyond me just “hitting a rough patch”. I feel like I’m stuck like this for all eternity, No matter how hard I try, I can never see the beauty, A tiny part of me feels like this is my duty. As it happens, I’m just a girl, Surrounded by her demons, Living in utter melancholy. 2) Don’t Look

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1) Crazy   Poem By: Madison Mefford

Manic laughter echoes from these walls of insanity,While I sit in this corner, Struggling to find clarity, And in truth I mean this with utmost sincerity,I am crazy. My vision is blurred, my perception hazy,My body drooping like the petals of a wilted daisy.I should have done what they said,I’m talking to walls and the voices in my head,There is a monster lurking under my bed,Is it possible to be living yet already dead?I’m shaking so much that it’s making my teeth rattle, Inside my mind is just one constant battle,They’re trying to help me but their voices turn to meaningless prattle.Maybe for what I have, there is no cure,Nobody understands the nonstop pain that I endure.If there is no end, then is there no hope?Is it possible for my aching soul to find a way to cope? Each day I slide further and further down this slope. This state of mind is like an itch that I just can’t scratch,It looks like I have met my one and only true match, This is beyond me just “hitting a rough patch”.I feel like I’m stuck like this for all eternity,No matter how hard I try, I can never see the beauty,A tiny part of me feels like this is my duty.As it happens, I’m just a girl,Surrounded by her demons, Living in utter melancholy.

2) Don’t Look Poem By: Madison Mefford

Don’t look at me, My gaze may pierce your soul,Demons hide where you cannot see, Many just dying to play their role.

No one sees the weight that my shoulders are holding,I have nothing left to confess,Listen to these lies start unfolding,How did I get trapped in this mess?

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What do I still need to get off my chest?They are eating me alive,Slow down and save some pieces for the rest,It seems as though my tears are helping them thrive.

It’s really hard to not break down and cry,This torture is becoming too much,Sometimes I wish I could just lay down and die,Or perhaps find a wall to lean against and use as a crutch.

I’m struggling to put up a fight,The Demons see me as obvious prey,This type of intensity just isn’t right,But what else can I do but close my eyes and stay?

3) Tell Me AgainPoem By: Madison Mefford

Shall I slice my veins open to let them breathe?Or would you rather I tuck this blade back in its sheathe?Do you care about me, or is it that you do not? Please tell me again for I’ve gone and forgot.These roses bleed petals of despair,Why is life never fair?I close my eyes and pray for the end,It seems to me that Death is my only friend. Snowflakes dance within my dreams,Life is so much harder than it seems.Insanity clouds my mind,These demons that haunt me are far from kind.I want to gouge my eyes from their sockets,That way I wouldn’t see the pictures hiding within these lockets.What has become of you and I?Thinking your name makes me want to die,Everlasting tears have become my lullaby,Tell me again why you wish I wouldn’t cry?

4) This TorturePoem By: Madison Mefford

Why is it so hard for people to see behind my lies?The fake smile on my face is a thing that I despise,Nobody is seeing the agony in my eyes,Everything that I love slowly yet surely dies.

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This torture is becoming too great,My heart is frozen and full of hate,I refuse to put my life in the hands of fate.Blood is oozing from the ceiling,Why is this anger such a terrifying feeling?It hurts to the point that my skin is peeling.My heart is no longer beating,This torturous circle just keeps repeating.When I look in the mirror, a monster is staring back, The voices in my head make fun of the control that I lack,One day, the glass of that mirror is going to crack.This pain is never ending,Why am I still pretending?My bones are slowly bending,This torture is killing me…

5) This ScarPoem By: Madison Mefford

There is this scar where my heart used to be,It sits directly on my chest, Where behind it is this hollow part of me,The middle scabbed over and they stitched up the rest.

It reminds me that life can hurt,And that pain is very real,The reminder is beneath my shirt,My heart is what the agony wanted to steal.

The ugly scar gave me a second chance at life,My skin slowly healed in patches of black and blue,On the bed I cut my wrist with a knife,Wondering if it would leave a scar as all cuts usually do.

Sometimes I think that I can hear my heartbeat,But then I remember that my heart is forever gone,And I wish that my heart and soul may once again meet,Yet they tell me this scar cannot be undone.Oh, this scar…