She sat in her room,
The cold wooden floor touching her jeans.
She traced her wrist,
The place that was so tempting,
Her demons whispered to her,
She's caving,
She picks up a near by maker,
Red,
Like the blood she sheds,
And on her wrist she writes,
With sloppy, unstable handwriting,
"To Write Love On Her Arms"
But she doesn't stop inking her arm,
The pain has yet to leave,
"TWLOHA"
She writes, still the handwriting is shaky,
'Once more' She thinks,
And in large, cursive letters,
She writes,
"LOVE"
She caps the maker and begins to cry,
She had never been so proud of herself.
Why does the urge keep coming?...
The urge to make my wrists bleed?...
The urge to feel pain?...
To cut myself?...
Why?
I dig my nails into my palms, resisting.
But still even after it's gone, it comes again.
I don't know what's wrong...
But I do know that I can't resist forever...
Firefly Dream
As I lay down on my grassy bed beneath me,
With the dark night sky above me,
Countless illuminating bugs fly over me,
Giving me a light show
As I watch them the world feels as though it is slowly revolving beneath me
As the fireflies dance above me, I slowly drift off into sleep
As if I were counting them like sheep
I could stay here forever as I drift off
Before I'm completely consumed by sleep,
I reach out my hand into the night sky.
As my hand stays in mid-air,
The fireflies come to my hand and dance around my fingers
The sight and feel of the fireflies around my fingers make me giggle to myself,
Findin
Its six oclock and all of the lights are off in the house. Photos scatter the floor all around her, and blood is dripping heavily from her blouse. Her heart is bleeding, and her tears are running black. She rips the blouse off of her skin, and winces when the dry blood and some of her skin comes with it. She looks down at her chest, to see it covered in deep cuts, running vertically downwards, the blood still streaming down her stomach. Shes cold, laying naked and bleeding, with the photos of her past surrounding her. She wishes there was some way to go back to the accident, to fix what had been broken. No one knows she is al
Forgetten Memories
Walking past an empty palyground
brings back some old memories that I thought were long forgotten
They play through my mind like an old movie; still in color
The feeling of innonce and being carefree comes back to mind
I see the child that I once was in my mind
so carefree...
but oh, so naive
Believing in everything
not knowing what reality is like
it makes me feel like a fool
But with the passing years
I grew older; wiser
But most of the times of my childhood had been long forgotten with the years passing by
it feels like they never happened when they did
some memories have come back
others don't fully come