http://slow.writerscafe.org/Fleurunderwood The original writings of author Flower en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776106075 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I always thought the most perfect relationships Were the ones where the lovers are committed,Even if there were to be a few little trips,Because on the good days, you would be benefited.People seem to quit when it stops being funBecause they think everything should be carefree;So you just pack .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fleurunderwood/2069144/ What a bewildering chain of kind words,A fascinating combination Displaying the likes and dislikes of a tongueYou were so familiar with.I wish i could say that you became to loveIt's corners and crevices more each day,But each day, your mind grew weary and damaged.Now, the bewildering chain of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fleurunderwood/2069133/ By far my worst fear is the setting sun;Yet not on the sky, but in my mind,Every inch of happiness goes, Even when most are trying to be kind.Each second I think over what you said,Wondering if I did any wrong;Is this panic just all in my head?Or have you hated me all along.I know it is; all of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fleurunderwood/2065283/ Can I really say good morning,When I wake up with that familiar dread?It's like my brain is forewarning,That by the end of the day, I will have bled.My mind is stuck in a storm,Whirlwinds of self-created enemies pass,Yet I'm still expected to conform,To fake not wanting to cut oneself with glass.My .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fleurunderwood/2065062/ Sometimes I will just smile,I do this instead of speaking,Because whilst my mind is vile,My voice will just end up creaking.You ask me to expressWhat is happening in my mind,I'm just a giant mess,Hoping you'll leave it behind.Sometimes my hands will shakeAs I struggle to get dressed;This time I'm go.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fleurunderwood/2065050/ Smirks, chuckles, mirth and evil grins filling the air,Hundreds of tiny eyes are fixed on me,They're waiting for me to f**k something up, I swear,The sad thing is, with them, I do agree.Pens start writing, controlled by dying skin masses,The ink glides upon their perfect papers,The Point of happines.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fleurunderwood/2065038/ My sky crackles and I feel most alone,What was once my special place is now not so; I was young, naive and couldn't have known,That my mind was always like this long ago.Oh the sickening smell of fresh-fallen rain,Still very much lingers crisp in my mind,In which it leaves a permanent mark, a b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fleurunderwood/2062412/ O darkest night henceforth you come,Maybe I will struggle, maybe I will rest;What has my mind really become?What's your reason to panic me?What the f*****g hell have I done to you?With you like this, what will I be?So many questions wander through you,The only good parts you really do have left,Litt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fleurunderwood/2062407/ I wish you could see yourself the way I do;From your pulchritudinous physique,To how I smile when it's you I'm talking to.You will ever be your worst critique.I wish you could love yourself the way I do;Your wonderful personality,And how sometimes you don't even have a clue.Your beauty has immortali.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fleurunderwood/2060657/ I'm sorry I'm so annoying,When I don't know when I'm apologising,Or when I'm being cloying.I'm sorry; this I am recognising.I'm sorry I'm so clingy,When I do very much need your help the most,When my moods are so swingy.I'm sorry that I hold you very much close.I'm sorry I expect way too f*****g muc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fleurunderwood/2059811/ There's a pitch black darkness that surrounds me,Full of hopeless dreams and lost amity,Full of suffering that no one will see.I wonder, will it cause calamity?The darkness is getting so very cold,And sometimes I feel so very alone.Please help me sir, my mind is being controlledBy my strong thoughts.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fleurunderwood/2057146/ Sometimes I just can't get up, not even out of bed;My body is rendered useless by my thoughts,And what i would so much rather be right now is dead.I just lay there, all alone, wondering what to do,Should I take the easy way out? Should I die?Or should I just hurt myself? I do not have a clue.Everyth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fleurunderwood/2057127/ I always have a perplexity,it has such a great complexity,Something that makes me worry all the time,That I just pretend everything is sublime.I'll never know who will miss me,I will never really know who does care,With you, I'll never be able to agree,Until, one fine day, I will not be there http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fleurunderwood/2051496/ I've always wanted to disappear,To finally have the courage to leap,To finally stop being full of fears; Perhaps, I'll nevermore be the black sheep.I want to walk forth from everything,Never looking back for once in my life;Each time I do, I feel like puking,As I recover a small, blunt knife.I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fleurunderwood/2051492/ "A word is a sparrow", she said; Perhaps I should have listened,And maybe you would have stayed instead,But I saw the tears that glistened.All those lives that I have destroyed,Of whom I love so dearly,But all of whom are now annoyed;I ruined their lives severely.I'm so sorry, I really am,&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fleurunderwood/2049994/ Sometimes i wonder what happened to me,Once a happy being is now a useless one;A being whose mind just won't let them be,A being whom, with life, they are very much done.My nights were once so happy and full of joy,As I spent time socialising  and having fun;Now, I worry about avoirdupois,And I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fleurunderwood/2049972/ Doth thou knoweth the love I feel for thee?Canst thou comprehend thy fairest visage?I will giveth thee, the abilityTo seeth thy self through mine own clear eyes.Perchance, only then, will thou realize howAbsolutely special thou art to me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fleurunderwood/2044294/ I don't want someone to tell me that my sad life will get betterOr that one day I will be free.But I do need someone to tell me That to is okay to be sadFrom my issues I shouldn't flee.I don't want someone to tell meThat being negative is badOr how much happier I would be.But I do need you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fleurunderwood/2044293/ Maybe if I had a beautiful faceI wouldn't be the one who cries,Maybe if I did as people advise,People would forget me in that case.Maybe if I could have a slim bodyThat I don't have to constantly hide,Maybe if I had inexorably died,It would benefit everybody.Maybe if I didn't cry all the time, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fleurunderwood/2038287/ I often want to talk to someone,There's so many things I want to say,So much that's making me need a gun,Maybe my cruel mind I should obey.I fear I've already said too much,That nobody cares for my anguish,But, your kindness and hope is my crutch,I worry it will cause my languish.I'm sorry that I am.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fleurunderwood/2037761/ I hate the feeling when I'm sad,And empty, but I don't really know whyThe world drained me of all that I had,Leaving me alone, without any help, to die.You ask me what is wrong this time,But I can't even begin to explain,Perhaps for this awful world I'mToo broken; oh, I'm complaining again.Sometimes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fleurunderwood/2036615/ The light inside of me is starting to fade,The world has drained me Of everything I have; I'm so afraid.The fear inside me is starting to grow,It's snuffing out theContentment and delight I have left to show.The happiness inside of me disappears,An overwhelming sadness takesOver me and floods m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fleurunderwood/2036577/ Sitting on a park bench, one realisesHow futile life can really be,The peaceful air often emphasisesThe loneliness surrounding me.Although I am around many others,My formidable thoughts persist,They remind me each day of my druthers,And that I will never be missed.Each leaf from the trees masks my m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fleurunderwood/2036251/ I am beginning to realise,How little I really mean to everyone,Me, all my friends truly despise,My malicious demons have finally won.I most often feel undesired,So, I'll continue to stay in the background,Of those who are more admired,The hatred they tend to have for me is profound.I deserve to be l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fleurunderwood/2036038/ I hate talking about something that bothers meNo matter how much I would so really want to,Maybe I've talked about it too much, I'm sorry,Sometimes I just don't really know what I'm to do.I need people much more than they'll ever need me,It's so disgusting and rally pathetic howI rely on others; I a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fleurunderwood/2035644/ Sometimes I want to write downExactly what is happening and how I feel,But no matter what I do,The paper stays empty, and in my thoughts, I drown.This great emptiness I feel,I could not have described more meticulously. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fleurunderwood/2035625/ I'm drowning in the sadness of my mind,Unable to swim for fresh air,In this prison of darkness, I'm confined,I'm stuck in a consistent nightmare.I am crying, but no one can hear me,Please sir, I may need your assistance,From my many doubts, I need to be free,But you'd rather keep your distance.Every.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fleurunderwood/2033730/ Loneliness is the worst kind of pain,It slowly devours you, feasting on your mind,It ties me down with a ball and chain,Taking away the oxygen; I'm so confined.It hurts more than anything I've felt,Unlike any bruise, any burn, or any scar,It won't ever heal; I guess all my cards have been dealt,This.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fleurunderwood/2033726/ Oh, how so very foolish I am,Thinking that someone actually cared about me,My happiness is not worth a damn,I should commit suicide and set myself free.They each know nothing about my life,All that they think they know is just filled with my lies,I'd love to end it all with a knife,No one ever notic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fleurunderwood/2033715/ I am scared of being content,The feeling of happiness always leaves me,Me, my sick mind loves to torment,I hope, from this darkness, I will soon be free.I am scared of trusting others,Like the many, they will very soon leave me,My happiness they will smother,"Don't leave me good sir", I continue to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fleurunderwood/2033332/ Each time we talk, I want to spill out all my pain,And explain to you that I'm not doing well,But every time I try It's like I'm in the rain,Crying and screaming in my sick mind I call hell.I wanted to explain that I'm balanced on the edge,That the smallest incident could end in my death,My dark lif.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fleurunderwood/2033321/ I can't stop looking at myself this way,Without wishing I looked like another,Someone who's head isn't in disarray,I want to live the life of some other.I know I'm easily replaceable,For I'll never be anything unique.To you, I'll always be incapable,Of being anything less than a freak.I understand t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fleurunderwood/2033316/ A representation of my conflict of death http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fleurunderwood/2031982/ Sometimes I wonder if anyone misses me,Does anyone think of me when they are alone?I'm sure not a single person cares; nobody,Other's animosity for me is well-known.Sometimes I feel as if I want to run away,To somewhere new; a place where no one knows of me,maybe there I could finally find peace one.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fleurunderwood/2031544/ Being lonely doesn't meanHaving not a single person next to you,But rather, one feels unseen,And that their entire existence is untrue.It means feeling sad at night,Realising that you'll never have anyone,With the dire and consistent fright,That you'll always annoy and disturb someone.One feels so v.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fleurunderwood/2031529/ When I saw you, my heart started to beat faster,I knew this would end up being a disaster,My words were slurred, and I could hardly speak,I could see the redness in my cheeks,How long do I have 'till you leave?I was so very naive,Because soon you'll be gone,You I depend on,But I can see,You'll be fr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fleurunderwood/2030920/ I fear I do not have anyone,That I am suddenly all alone,Perchance, like I, with me, they are done,There is no way for me to atone.I can't blame my friends for doing so,I am a worthless mess anyway,For, to them, I am just a shadow,My death suffuse thoughts i should obey.I don't have anyone to talk t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fleurunderwood/2030301/ I'm so close; my death I do await,I've got a few days of sadness left,For nobody cares; this is my fate,For hope of happiness, I am bereft.There's nothing left for me anymore,My life is full of failures and errs,The want to stay alive is a chore,And my death is what others prefer.Very soon, my life .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fleurunderwood/2027736/ A bitter pain pulses through my veins,It engulfs every part of my being,On my frail body, it does stain,In the form of scars, 'tis somewhat freeing.Tears stream down my face like acid rain,Each droplet is burning my damaged skin,I scream, but no one can hear my pain,I lay there, as all my good thoug.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fleurunderwood/2027154/ Nobody knows the real me,The one who tends to cry alone,Wondering when she will be free,Before she is finally thrown.Nobody knows the real me,The one who is about to snap,Pondering who she's meant to be,Is life just one, big, awful trap?Nobody knows the real me,The one who's thoughts eat me alive,"I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fleurunderwood/2024352/ You don't understand how much I have tried,It's not so easy for me to explain,How many times, all alone, I have cried,Because i don't know why I feel this pain.No matter how hard I try, I can't cry,Crying is seen as a sign of weakness,People think that I'm incredibly shy,But I am just trying to hide.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fleurunderwood/2024347/ I look at the pictures placed on my wall,All filled with precious memories and smiles,But each radiate sadness above all,Emulating pain in every profile.I wonder, do others think as i do, Remembering the moments as painful?To the hope of bliss, i say adieu,For i don't think of myself, disdainfu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fleurunderwood/2023992/ Sometimes I like to walk in the rain, Each droplet conceals many tears,Together they hide a world of pain,That has been held inside for years.As I observe each person walk past,No one ever seems to regard, My many tears, that are often vast,Why is asking for help so hard?Am I too f*****g c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fleurunderwood/2023901/ Sometimes you can't see the pain in one's eyes,They make you believe that it's all okay,You don't realise that it's all just lies,You are like the others, easily led astray.How does one express what they are feeling,Without being too much of a burden?For fear that I may be slowly pealing,When I will.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fleurunderwood/2022821/ In order to hide what I am feeling,I smile and act like nothing has occurred,Though my pain doesn't seem to be healing,And what the future holds for me is blurred.Holding in my feelings isn't working,It's making the pain grow so much stronger,The voice inside of my head is lurking,I can't deal with .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fleurunderwood/2022564/ I have to persuade myself that I'm fine,That I can handle problems by myself.So that's why, to people, I tend to whine,And hide my feelings away on a shelf."I'm fine", I repeat oh so many times,In hope that one day I might believe it.I know it makes me annoying sometimes,But it's my last hope before.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fleurunderwood/2022164/ You know when you are truly broken,When you have to repeat the words "I'm fine",Not just to convince your worried friends,But to also persuade yourself as well.Despite you telling me that I need help,I refuse it because I'm too scared,Of what will happen if I so have help,And of what people will a*s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fleurunderwood/2022158/ "Don't worry about me, I'm fine",I replied, crying all alone."I am not so fine, please help me",Is what I wanted to tell you,But she doesn't care much for me."Well, I am just really tired",I replied, holding a blunt blade."I can't take this s**t anymore",Is what I wanted to tell you,But I don't want.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fleurunderwood/2021560/ Being happy is some what strange,It gives me a feeling of joy,Is it finally time for a change?I hope this is not just a ploy.I don't know what makes me like this,Though I am very cheerful,Is this just an ignorant bliss?Designed to make me less fearful.Please, I do hope to stay th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fleurunderwood/2020580/ I usually find it hard,To accept compliments given to me,Who was once so very scarred,Finally, now, feels so very free.What is this happy feeling,That is making me feel very cheerful?Am I finally dealing,With what was once making me so fearful?I still repeat the things you said,In my head, of which .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fleurunderwood/2020577/