I’ve bled my way to hell
I’m too far gone.
I should be missed
When I cease to exist.
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 9:41 AM UTC
On December 14, 2012
Children hid in cubbies,
They hid in shelves.
Teacher's surrounded
And spoke them kind words,
For out in the halls,
The shots could be heard.
Just an elementary school
Filled with laughter and joy,
Was stripped of its fun
All because of one boy.
A tear fell from America's eyes,
As we heard the news,
For now twenty-six angels,
Our country did lose.
Newtown, Connecticut
Will never be the same.
Engraved in its heart,
Is sorrow and pain.
Twenty children,
Six adults.
They didn't deserve it,
They weren't at fault.
Now all of our hearts
Are filled with sorrow,
We never expected
They wouldn't see tomorrow.
On December 14, 2012,
One special angel
Flew away from me.
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 2:27 PM UTC
If only it was so easy,
To just snap out of.
If only it was so easy,
To just be happy.
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 12:23 PM UTC
My favorite memories with you
Are by far the ones made
While dancing in your kitchen,
Sitting in silence in your room
With everyone else either at work or sleep.
I've longed for the calming ocean
To swallow me before
But never like this.
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 12:45 PM UTC
I want to write a
beautiful poem
to tell you
I'm going to
**** myself.
But there are
No words
beautiful enough
to describe to you
the way
I'm about to die.
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 12:44 PM UTC
i cant swim any longer
i cant hold my breath
the waves are slowly
pulling me under
and i think i'll let them
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 12:42 PM UTC
Sometimes I wonder why I try so hard to impress someone that will never, ever love me, but then I remember that a long time ago, they did the same exact thing to me.
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 9:30 AM UTC
I'm a murderer
I've stabbed my own heart.
I'm a thief
I've stolen my own happiness.
I'm a liar
I've told myself how much better things would be.
I'm a slothful woman
I fell asleep.
I'm greedy
I've eaten my own pain.
I'm hungry
Just not for sin again.
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 2:17 PM UTC
I sit here
In the light
Of the moon
Without the one
Who makes me
My best self
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 12:34 PM UTC
As a child I would eat crayons and then purge oceans onto paper.
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 2:30 PM UTC