She declared war upon herself in the midst of her savage self-hatred
Cutting her skin and suffocating her throat till she begged for air’s price.
She was once was a child afraid of just touching any sharp blade
Encase it accidentally cuts her and now: She doesn’t think twice
before picking up that blade and shoveling it into her skin like a smith.
She baked lies on her forgotten suicide note. Lies that disguised
themselves in coats of truth. She strangled her own chest with
ropes of words she didn't utter and blocked new hope from unsupervised
entering into her dejected lungs that begged for life's meaning not reprimands.
But she found no purpose to keep her garden living so she therefore
poisoned every plant and washed any seeds of life left in her sunless lands
down the drain until she fell into an everlasting sleep. Her wish for
peace had come to her but others wept on the loss of a friend, student, daughter, and one less hazed
family member. They never believed her when she said she wanted to commit suicide anyways.
Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 4:08 PM UTC
I was alone
Poison ivy littered the grounds like a gooey green carpet
Oceans smothered the shores and anyone who stepped near it
Dying flowers piled up in every corner and collected dirt,
Then love came
The winds carried away the poison ivy and replaced it with velvety petals
The Gods relaxed the Oceans and gave us the power to create waves
Flowers scattered themselves to fertile soils, shook off the dust, and rebloomed,
Then love left
The winds formed a tornado and snatched my soul away
Oceans built tsunamis and broke down my flesh and body
Flowers strangled me in my sleep and sent me to my grave.
You destroyed me in ways I never thought could be destroyed.
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 5:54 AM UTC