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Day turns to night
The faint yellow glow
of the streetlamp
Illuminates the-now deserted
Roadway

A quiet hum of birds
Are the only thing filling
The silenced city

The sun now sinks low
Dusk to midnight
All goes mute
The flicker of
house lights
Are only visible
In the soft mist

all goes to sleep
In bed- without a peep

Day to night
Dusk to midnight
Midnight to day
The cycle continues
Waiting to repeat
Another day
Free write :) -- no Grammer fixes for now
I tried to follow the map,
It was a trap.
It soon vanished,
I have a clue.

If it’s who I think it is.
They’re coming back soon.  

Each winding turn,
Every breath burned.
Each demon,

The blood,
Visions.
All flooding.
My brain.

Each turn.
A major mistake.
I wish I could fix,
My head.
I can’t even go to bed.

The hallucinations,
Each time.
My brain is tricking me,
I know it’s true.

How long can I last?
Before I collapse?

There after me,
All day,
Every day,
Im never free.

Struggling-
They silence me,
With words.
Claiming Im trouble,
Claiming I’ll never be enough,
Claiming Im not tough enough.

They stole me map,
A bit ago,
Like a had suspected before.
Im losing my way,
The path,
No longer paved.
The road signs,
Lost in mist.
They programmed,
In place.
Like they ceased to exist.

For now— to stay alive,
I obey.
If I don’t,
They’ll surely come back,
Another day,  
To make sure I decay.
Sad-sunken eyes,
Large tumor,
Growing fast.
Who knows?
How long he has.

Bulges and bumps,
Along his body.
Cant even sit,
Or stand properly.

I love you Toby,
To infinity and beyond.
You probably only have,
around a week left.
But still—
Stay strong.
I love you Toby— you didn’t even get out of bed today..you only ate twice..only went to the bathroom a couple times… I know your hurting.. I just hope you don’t…pass away…while Im going to camp… I love u…
Hope washes in—
On my new boat.

Brushing against,
The new-strong,
Wooden planks.

Hopefully.
I can stay,
Afloat.
Who knows when I’ll sink again..it’s just a matter of time, before the ship goes down, and I go with it…
This spiral im in,
Each wave that comes,
I just need to wait
For the meds—
To make me numb.
Just the waiting game…not ever sure if these meds even work….
Blood is red,
Roses are dying,
Everything hurts.

Pain amping up,
So now—
I’m sitting here,
Crying.
Acid reflux, period cramps, and IBS— mixed together, take a toll on my body. I just never let it show around others.
So many wounds— open scars,
Why didn’t I stand up for myself?
—have them put behind bars?
Based off of the middle school incidents— relating to “that” day
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