http://slow.writerscafe.org/megan%3C3 The original writings of author megan brooks en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776034262 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This poem is dedicated tothe people who look in themirror and think " I'm not good enough"the people who guard themselveswith walls higher than the Empire state buildingthe people who don't need waterto feel like they're drowningthe people who are in lovebut not loved in returnthe people who have fe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megan%3C3/1204847/ She may harm herself...She may starve herslef...She may drown out the world...But she'll be damned if sheever lets people's oppinions get to her heart... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megan%3C3/951724/ His scars tell a story. That no one will ever understand.They're all a secret of what hehas to hide inside his head. Hegets called silly names. Words like "emo", "suicidal", and "crazy".But they always fail to phase him.So he just "takes it"... while telling himself that they're all wrong. But when .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megan%3C3/945844/ The rain is my escapefrom the questions I would be asked if people knew that theywere really tears... The smile I wear is my mask to hide my pain, sono one would secondguess me... The person I am is just a replacement until I find thecourage to seek the real me... So until I seek that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megan%3C3/945840/ As it pours down from the Heavens, it dampens the brightly coloured earthand makes it even brighter.The trees, the flowers, the bushes... they rejoyce. They have been nurished yet again. And at the end of each storm...an arch of colours form above the new land.Forever reminding us, of that single pr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megan%3C3/944407/ His hands reached out for her as she floated away from the depths of his memory. Only catching the emptiness of the air that surrounded him at her grave. Cancer was her silent killer. It had attacked her from the inside and continued until she had taken her very last breath. She was everything that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megan%3C3/943929/ As the world crashes down around their fragilecries for help. While theirminds wonder why bad thingshappen to good people... For they had believed in the Almighty One. They had sinnedbut they were forgiven. And they were repaid by the painand aggony of their lonliness... And by the morning.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megan%3C3/943905/ The abuse thatno one witnessed. The satisfaction from the scars that no one knew. The painful strikefrom her husband's hand that only she endured. The tears that hecried becuase noone believed. The gunshot that no one heard becuasethe music was to loud. While His loving hand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megan%3C3/943545/ Down on my knees, I learned to stand-Lord, I can't even walk, without you holding my hand ♥ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megan%3C3/943029/ self-harm, cutting http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megan%3C3/941582/