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 May 2019 Midnight
adriana
It just rained
Bullets
Puddles in the streets
Blood
Water falls down
Tears
 May 2019 Midnight
Her
My name is Erin
and i was *****
at the age of 7

it has taken me
14 years of my life
for those 13 words to escape
my hollow mouth

the only questions i come to now
is why
why lock me in that room
why take everything from me
my innocence
my purity
my childhood

in that room
where my family trusted you
where i trusted you
the night terrors i have to this day
still haunt my mind

like a never ending
drive in movie that plays
over
and
over
only the moon in the night sky
isnt made to be found here
there is no light in these terrors

i cant sleep this time of year
because every time i do
its you
in that room
locking the door
shutting the windows
******* me
yelling at me
every single night
i close my eyes

it has taken me 14 years
to accept the fact that i was taken by you
i have been numb ever since
left in the dust
rotting away at the core
thinking i was nothing
thinking i deserved nothing
because you took everything

but not anymore
i will recover from this
i am strong enough
i believe in myself
i believe in my own happiness
and i promsie
that when i have children one day
i will never ever let them rot at the core
i will find happiness
the darkness will not take over this time
 Mar 2019 Midnight
Izzy
Failure
 Mar 2019 Midnight
Izzy
I am such a failure I can't even write a poem.

I can't string my simple thoughts into coherent sentences

What

A

****-up
 Mar 2019 Midnight
Izzy
I’m sitting out on the patio
Drinking a G & T
My heart swells and the sun is bright
And it’s shining down on me.

Sunflowers are blooming and I’ll pour just one more drink cause I’m addicted to the sunshine bubbling inside me with every sip

Gin and sunshine melts the world
My vision is blurred but improved
I’m fuzzy and warm and I feel a bit happy cause I’m numbing my senses from all of reality
 Mar 2019 Midnight
Izzy
Sanity
 Mar 2019 Midnight
Izzy
I spill my guts onto the page

                            where
                                              has

                                                       my
                          sanity
                                             gone
                                                              ?
 Mar 2019 Midnight
Izzy
Death is an illusion:your energy will never die

Whirling in whirlpools of infinity; the parenthesis of eternity
I wrote this at 12 and it was my first poem
 Feb 2019 Midnight
Maria
There were days
I remembered
To put my heart on my sleeve.

The other days
I hid it
So deep inside my body
I couldn’t find it for myself.

The terror of anyone finding
Me judging me
Seemed to linger in the air
I inhaled.

— The End —