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EliMay Jan 30
Hand to hand.
A piece of your heart
Give to the last
The first piece recieved back
Swallowed by poison
Raging and bubbling
Words roared and shackles locked.
The piece darkens the rest of your heart
As you bow helpless
And anger rolls off in waves.
A Stanger leans over
Offering his whole heart.
As you take it and listen,
The darkness shrinks away.
You pray for forgiveness,
The shackles break.
Your free now.

You allow you heart to accept the light.
Hope rushes in.
You hand a piece of your heart.
You speak of hope in the light
And of this stranger in your testimony.
As a new lost person accepts the seed of your heart
Allowing it to flourish
To grow.
Their shackles break.
The light
The hope
And in the stranger
Named Jesus,
They are hope
EliMay Apr 2022
You don't know what is like
To lay awake at night
And watch the Shadow creep in.
They wave and mock as they reach out
Trying to pull me in.

Your arm is suppose to be the light that holds them back,
Yet it feels more like a weight holding me still.
You don't trap me on purpose
Just blinded by your own light.

You don't know what is like
To lay awake at night
To listen to invisible sounds.
My bones stiff boards under
Creeks and Cracks.
The voices always telling me something is waiting.

Your light shines so bright that it dims your will
You could hear what I hear if your ears weren't ringing.
A pin drop could wake you
But my internal screams put you to sleep.

When will you see past your light
And see the fight
I am about to lose

When will your hear my screams
And help my dreams
From trapping me inside.

When will you know what it's like
To lay awake at night
Fighting inner demons
EliMay Mar 2022
I breath
I see
But why?

I am the same
as a mere shadow
of nothing more then
flesh and bone.
A thought
A dream

Me
Just me.
Alone
But never Lonely
Afraid
But never Scared
Real
But Unreal
Sane
Yet Insane
Lost
And never Found
Alive
Yet also Dead.

Darkness
Loneliness
Frightened

I am a thought
A Dream
A being of flesh and bone
One that no one will see
  Feb 2019 EliMay
Lucas Ennis
It feels like my wrists are burning
Blood is dripping down my arms
My head keeps screaming
I shouldn't of self-harmed.
My mom is going to be mad.
She's going to hit me again.
Give me another bruise.
Now my scars have some friends.
Just wash off the blood.
Dry off with the towel.
Wrap up your arms.
Go back to your personal bubble.
Isolate yourself for another week little girl.
Take you medicine.
And jump off the hill.
Just a little vent cause I feel icky.
  Feb 2019 EliMay
ruqayyah
one day i will leave this world
this world with four walls confining me
i will make wings that can fly and turn me
into a person so humble and wise

i’ll be free from rules and regulations
and one day this world will be mine
one day i’ll grow my own way
one day i’ll grow in my own time.
used this for a project at school ****
EliMay Feb 2019
You laugh every time I write.
My A's look like O's.
My M's are N's.
My B's are D's.

Word is a blurry mess of letters in every direction,
begging for me to put them into something coherent.

But to me, this is how it is
Slemi
Reda
Pojerct

My phrases are backward like the wiring in my brain.
Reading and writing every day only numbs the headaches.
This is honest and true. I suffer from a learning disability of dyslexia.
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