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the bells are ringing
but nobody's home
I'm living alone
in my own private hell
Inside my head
feeling so
dead to this world
one step from slipping
over the edge...........
but these shots and these drugs
nonetheless
keep me sane
from bashing my brains
and slashing my wrist
the bells are ringing
you might have the money
you might have the fame
you could have everything
from fancy cars and diamond rings
you could have it all ,baby
right in the palm of your hand
but you ain't got nothing
if you don't the man
JESUS
Why on earth did you
Give the highest lockers to
Two of the short girls
This is me now
a candle in the wind that won't blow out.
This is me now
a glass window that won't shatter into pieces.
a friend to all
a demon slowly becoming mortal
This is me now a six year old girl
coming out of the dark.
You can't scare me anymore...
I'm alive...I am brave
I won't shatter under your control
I am strong I am brave.
  May 2017 Leory Santana dawn
nivek
I found a cleft in the mountainside
high up out of reach

here the silence is profound
the culmination of love

and love is ever new
love forever gives

hidden within the depths
of 'The Sacred Heart'.
  May 2017 Leory Santana dawn
allie
It happened to me.

Statistics.
That is me now.
I scream and I cry
Into the depths of my pillow.


I had not been wearing something that showed me.
I screamed and thrashed.
I am now a

Statistic.*

Help me.
Rid me of the memories
That play across my eyelids
Whenever my eyes close.

I regret every second
Of that tortured night.
And just when I thought it stopped
and the pain was gone
The real pain
Hadn't even started.
I've been wanting to post this for a while, so here it is. And if you ask, no. I am not going to expand on this topic. This is my first and last poem on this subject.
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