Wallflower’s Poems

by Silver Shadows

Rating: teen
Tags: Dark, Sad, Drama, Equestria Girls, Suicide / Self Harm, Wallflower Blush
Length: 1102

Wallflower wrote poems before the Memory Stone, while she had it, and after.

Wallflower wrote poems before the Memory Stone, while she had it, and after. This is her collection of poems that she had created.

Published 2018-06-28 19:20:07 UTC
Last updated 2018-06-28 19:20:07 UTC

Poem 2

Time: Before the Memory Stone
Place: Wallflower’s bedroom

It’s hard,
It’s hard to say goodbye,
It’s hard to write a note,
It’s hard to make the first cut,
It’s hard to swallow the pills

I should know,
All of the things I need are right in front of me,
And I can’t pick up the pen,

I can only think of the tears,
And I think of my friend’s fears,
They don’t deserve that misery,
I do

I have a few friends,
Who I will love even after the end,

Am I worth remembering?
Am I worth the misery I will surely cause them?

Poem 3

Time: Breaking up with her only friends
Place: Her bedroom

Friends will surely drift apart,
I don’t believe in friendship as an art,
I like to photograph them so they last forever,
But the friendship that I have ended will be back never,

They are better without me,
I know,
In front of me they should now flee,
I made sure of that,

When I saw their tears,
I knew that they can grieve sooner than later,
I don’t deserve to live on this planet,
I won’t make a difference no matter how hard I try,

My emotions are as hard as an eggshell,
My head is screaming as loud as the Liberty Bell,
My tears flood my eyes,
As I finally, finally begin to cry

Poem 4

Time: After school
Place: School garden

I founded it,
I created it,
I poured my soul out to it,
I dug the dirt day after day,

My plants are growing,
Is this how a proud parent feels?

I was going to leave the world yesterday,
I thought that nothing was binding me to the world,
But my parents would love me,
I can’t leave them,
My heart isn’t that cold to do so,

If I could make them forget,
And if I could make my friends forget that we have ever met,
Maybe it wouldn’t be so sad,
Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad

Poem 5

Time: Night, a few days after she found the Memory Stone
Place: Her bedroom

The power to erase any single memory awaits,
My eyes are what the stone baits,
This is my chance to erase any grieving,
And my friend’s mind from believing,
That we were ever friends,

Still, I look at the stone,
My heart feels right at home,
Whilst my hands touch the stone,
My thoughts would sometimes roam,
Through the seas and the skies,
If I am ready to say goodbye,

With this I can finally lay my soul to rest,
And I feel like this is for the best,
Now only my weak will will be put to the test

Can I do it?

Poem 6

Time: After erasing everyone’s memories of her
Place: In the garden

My parents look at me as if I was an abandoned orphan,
They don’t remember me,
But now more thoughts came,
Where will I sleep?
Where will I live?

I heard that there was a homeless shelter,
That was paid by the wealthier,
I am still a student at the school,
And since I’m under sixteen, that’s the rule,

No one waves to me when I pass by,
And those who do pass me with a simple hi,
As I wave back them,
I hold my stone and erase my encounter with them,

I am free to go,
But I’m still hanging over the edge

Poem 7

Time: Night
Place: Homeless shelter (on her bunk bed)

Sunset Shimmer is here but she doesn’t know me,
Which isn’t exactly a surprise in the way I see,
I would be astonished if she knew,
Since it would make her much, much more powerful than I could’ve though of,
But it seems like the stone is above,

I should end it now before I get caught,
I’m not foolish enough to think that they’ll always be in the dark,
Hopefully the stone will never rot,
Or everyone will be angry and won’t ever talk,

I don’t have my knife nor the pills,
After the search they did on me when I first entered the Hills,
I want to make a cut to see if I was still here,
And the pain, I will bear,

I bite myself in the arm harshly,
And I see my bright blood start to drip slowly,
Maybe I’m still here,
But the point of using the stone is so I would leave,

But not today,
Today, I want one last meal
And since they’re always in the room,
I can’t exactly do it without getting caught

I’ll think of a way

Poem 8

Time: After her Stone got destroyed
Place: The mall with her new friends

I knew that I waited for too long,
I knew that I was wrong,
For every sunset and sunrise,
I couldn’t bring myself to do it,

I have more bites that drew blood,
And after getting hit, my tears flood,
I was going to use the Stone to go,
Instead the girls have accepted me almost as one of their own,

My precious Stone is gone,
But maybe with friends...
Maybe
Maybe I’ll find a purpose in life,
Without causing anyone’s worry nor strife,

I think that this will be my last piece,
Before someone finds this and grieves,
I’m still here,
And that is enough for me now

Poem 1

Time: Before she found the Memory Stone
Place: Beach

What happens when the gentle whisper of the wind,
Calls out to step towards the vicious waves?

What happens when the voice of reason,
Decided to fade and compel?

What happens when the terrors of the sea,
Washes away the devastation I feel?

What happens when my fire extinguishers,
Into the ashes that I am now?

Die, the wind whispers to me as I walk to the coast,
Die, the wind whispers to me as I watch Trixie boast,
Die, the wind whispers to me as I see the sun setting in the West,
Die, the wind whispers to me as I consider that dying may be for the best,

My soul feels hollow,
My breath feels ragged,
My heart feels tired,
My eyes feels sore,

I walk to the cliff and look down,
To the jagged rocks that were contrast to the round,
I think of my blood splattered on my rocks,
As my funeral coffin would lock,

I step backwards and shake my head,
No, I decide, I won’t.

It’s not time yet