The Hurting Youth [[Part 1]]

'I tossed and turned. Sorrow pulsed through me like blood, starting at my heart and slowly but surly spreading over my whole body. It engulfed me, swallowing me up, blinding me. I didn't understand, I just couldn't. How could someone be in so much pain over one trivial thing? How? It was ripping me apart, gnawing at me. I couldn't focus on anything. In school I would zone out, lost in a world that kept haunting things around every corner. At home I'd sit in my room, blankly staring at my wall. Once again lost. With my friends? I wasn't even aware. I'd move around like a robot, unconnected with the world around me. All I could thing of was the pain, no matter what I was doing. What made it worse was the fact that I could pretend I was okay. I could fool everyone with this masquerade; poising as this perfect, well-put girl. The truth though? I was suffering. I was in so much pain it took all my strength just to get up in the morning. I would lie, saying I was just tired. I wasn't though. I was fully awake, but drained of fight. I didn't know how to get through the day with out shedding a single tear. I couldn't breath at times it hurt so bad. I was depressed." 

I know that's not as well put as could be but I want you to read that and act like that's you talking. Imagine the heaviness on this girls heart. Pretend that it's you experincing this. Now, if that affected you in any way realize that tons of people around you are feeling that way. Pass a teenage boy in the store? He might be feeling that pain. See a girl singing praise in church? She might be feeling that way. You never know. But we must realize that the pain is there.

So, for the first post of The Hurting Youth I just want you to think about this pain. This feeling of giving up and having no hope. Then we'll move on to the rest so you can really see into the world of hurting youth.

-Lia-

What We Don't See Now

Look me in the eyes,

I know what you're thinking,

trapped between two doors.

Stuck at the fork in the road,

eager to take the most promising way.

Look me in the eyes,

I know where the pain is.

I've felt it before,

pain surging through like white hot iron on the skin. 

I know the pain is there,

I can feel it radiating off of you.

I know how it tears out from the inside,

trying to control your life.

Look me in the eyes,

and try to tell me that it's not real.

Try and lie to me and say,

'Everything is alright.'

I know when you lie,

because I've spoken those bitter words too.

I've walked on those burning coals,

trying to find a footing. 

Look me in the eyes,

tell me you love me,

because I love you,

and that's why I'm here. 

Lia

Let me start with this: I know my poetry isn't great. There are people with way better skill out there. I don't doubt it. But with this poem it's just not any poem. It's too so many people out there. Especially a girl I know who I met when I went to Texas. She's like my second cousin or something like that. Anyway, I know she's hurting. She's not afraid to tell me but I want her to know I'm there for her. Always. She has tremendous talent in poetry. She gave me one of her poems and it blew me away.

So this series is going to be about something that is really, really, close to me.

The Hurting Youth. 

SO, this is NOT the  the 1st post of the series, but it's ---the intro. 

I want YOU to think about the Hurting Youth though. Theres more to it than you know. Way more. 

So, here we go. I hope you'll enjoy it!!!

Lia

My Writers Block

What can I possibly write? O Muse, where are you?

Here Muse, bless me with a story from God. Oh, Lord, this is my story to you.

Make it, forum it...through me. I am your pen, that's all.

Use me—I'll never run out of beautiful ink.

Word's shall flow—like never before.

This is my prayer Lord. I am your pen.

I never run out until you take me home.

This is it, I write your words with love for them.

Cradling like children, my reason for not needing them.

I find my life in words, that flow from the page with fever.

I know what my words can do.

Control them. Make them yours. I find my true love in these letters.

Why I lack the need for any man. I find my world, in these things you have made.

O Muse, Oh Lord, bless me, bless me with the power of words.

--Lia--

Just to say I'm alive.

Hey,
I know I haven't posted in a while and I just wanted to say 'hi'. So, how is the world?

Well, I'll come up with a post sometime. :D


Lia