Hello. Well I was showing my friends some of my poems and they kept on telling me to put them on this site. And after a while I finally agreed to do it. So these are the poems I've written some of them are in my stories I hope u like them.

I Speak…
I speak for someone

I speak not for me

I speak for all those

You choose not to see

I speak for the child

You choose to ignore

He needs help

He wishes he was no more

He needs a kind word

He needs some body's voice

He has lost his own

He was given no choice

Everyone said things

That hurt him, to the core

Some one has to speak for him

So he'll want to live once more

I speak for the woman

Alone in the dark

She's beat by a man

Who once held her heart

She wants to run

She wants to hide

But no one listens

They all push her aside

So now she stays silent

She no longer tries

Since no one cared

She only cries

I have to wonder

Why you have ears

If you choose not to listen

To the sound of their tears

They have done nothing

They need a voice

If you choose not to speak for them

That's your own choice

But I'll keep on fighting

I'll make you hear

What happens to a person

Who lives bound by fear

The Knife
I look in the mirror

And try to look past

The pain that caused me

To hide behind a mask

My life was shattered

On that day

I must have done something

For which I had to pay

The price I had to pay

Was one that ruined my life

I didn't want to live

As I held up the knife

It went to my wrist

And I started to slash

In hopes if I was dead

I could forever lose my past

And then the blood

Became a puddle on the floor

I let a tear fall

Because I would be no more

I looked in the blood

And in it saw my face

The blood had shown me

That this wasn't my place

On a note quickly

I wrote I love you all

I started to feel dizzy

I started to fall

And then I felt happy

Because now my life

Was slowly disappearing

Because of the knife

Breathing became hard

As in front of my eyes

That dark man came

Who comes for all who dies

He said it was over

And that I was no more

I shed a last tear

And watched it hit the floor

I looked at the knife

Still tight in my fist

I loved it so much

For it gave me my bliss

I thanked the knife

It was my only friend

It had done as I asked

And made my life end

There I'm done I have a lot more poems but I want to know what you think of these first ok?