I often write about things I
know far too well.
Like how much I
love you.
Sometimes I try to
write about things
I have never experienced.
Like you
loving me back.
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 2:39 PM UTC
That night she stood at the bridge
exactly at midnight.
Because she told herself that tonight
was the night.
Tonight was the night
she was going to end it all;
all her pain, suffering.
As soon as the city's clock
strikes the hour,
she was going to
J u m p.
But for a second there,
she thinks she sees her
reflection in the water under her,
but it wasn't her.
It was the broken-hearted
girl she'd always see in the mirror.
Finally, the clock strikes the hour,
she looks up at the clock
it was exactly twelve o'clock;
it was December 14th,
it was her birthday.
She told herself that
she was going to die the
day she was born, and that's
exactly what she was going to do.
It's time
Jump
Go on, do it
Jump
The voices in her head
encourage her.
Salty tears fall out of
her eyes,
she pulls her hair
in frustration,
and lets out a low yell.
"Get out of my head!"
It'll all be over if you jump
Jump
Jump
Jump
The voices get louder and
Louder.
Jump
The voice says one last time,
and this time she listens, she jumps.
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 2:33 PM UTC
you were the thief that stole my ability to trust.
I tried to fight you but you stabbed me with your suger-coated lies.
I am the victim, you were the culprit but why am I the one tortured with memories and jailed in the prison of pain?
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 3:01 PM UTC