Skarlet D

Feb 2015

Belle Victoria

don't say my name out loud
don't speak to me like you do

my love for you was pure
the most real thing I have ever felt
but you had the nerve to ***** me over
not even once not even twice

thanks to you I didnt wanted to breathe
my heart was dying and my soul was weak

the devil kept calling my name
and after a while, I gave in.

If my name was different would u still love me

#love #depression #alone #story #best #devil

Skarlet D Feb 2015

Can You See

Can you look at me from where my tears drop,
Can you look at me from where my smile is fake,
Can you look at me from where the truth never comes out,
Can you look at me from where I'm cut,
Can you look inside me from where I can't think straight,
Can you look inside from where I'm broken?
Where my black soul is,
Where I hide all my feelings and secrets,
Can you tell when I'm falling apart?
Crying?
Not being myself?
Not feeling good?
Can you tell me how you really see me,
Feel about me,
Do you know what I do when I get home?
I cry in bed wishing to die,
Wishing for everyone to leave me alone,
Crying because I'm not myself,
Because I can't have him,
Because I'm lost in this world,
Because I can't just leave,
Because I care,
Everyday I just want to go into the woods and run,
Run till I can't anymore,
I know thousands of people in the world have it worse than me,
But I can't help it I'm depressed,
I don't want to be but I am,I really don't want to die,
But I also can't wait,
I try to fight,
But my demons still have control over me,
So I stopped fighting and gave up.

Skarlet D Jan 2015

Different Eyes

Different eyes don’t meet, so why do we?, is it because we are the same , have the same personality, or just want some friends so we won’t be alone.Now I’m not talking about everyone
, I’m talking about you and a close friend. now if you and your friends have the same eyes it dose not matter, because you see diffrently right, like you have different imaginations. Now see i am the kind of girl who have a lot of friends, not tons but a lot and not me and some of my friends have the same kind of taste or imaginary. its ok though, and they reason why its ok because its funny and we get to learn more about each other and get closer, become a pack. Now that i think about it different eyes are not always different , some people are the same. They like the same stuff, do the same things, and even speak and write the same way. I’m saying that its not good because it is but some times it will get annoying. not all the time but sometimes. Like me and one of my friend ( Christina ) we both are the same and we love it but we do get mad sometimes and we get over it two minutes later. Know why. because we are best friends and no one can separate us. Well unless we go to different schools but you get it. We will connect though anything just to talk to each other, and we want i to stay that way. We both went though a lot in the past and we still do but that dose not stop us from being best friends and have the same but different eyes.

Skarlet D Nov 2014

This is How I Feel

I'm not perfect,
I'm not perfect,
I'm not perfect,
I wish i was,
I don't know why.
Sometimes i just want someone to understand,
To understand what i see,
To understand what i hear,
Understand i feel sometimes,
Witch is pain and always will be,
I act like nothing is bothering me,
That everything is OK when it's really not,
That is have no problems and joke about everything,
I admit i act like someone i'm not, Not sometimes but all the time,
When it comes to school
Or day dreaming,
But deep inside i want to cut myself to see if i am who i am,
To see if my pain is real,
To let all the tears out,
To let the truth come out,
To show people i'm not as strong as i am,
In my world,
Sometimes i just want to let lose and run,
Run away in the woods and never stop,
Or just die,
Death pops up in my head most of the time,
But not as much as it should,
I wish i just tell people who i really am,
Or even show,
Yea a lot of people think i'm crazy,
Weird,
Strong,
Weak,
Powerful,
Worthless,
Beautiful,
Ugly,
And a million other words,
I want people to live in my shoes just for five minutes,
Only five minutes,
And see how i feel every second of my life,
It only take five minutes to want to run away into that woods and never come back,
I want to be free from my Demond's and from my angels,
Just to see how it feels to be without any sprits fight over me,
Telling me what to do,
Telling me where to go,
What i should and shouldn't do,
Than go back,
Not to my life but to another world,
But to a world where i'm surrounded by angels,
And with people who understand,
Some people think they could relate to other peoples pain,
But I tell you now you can't,
You can't,
You just CAN'T

By: Me (Jocelyn Bennett)

Skarlet D Oct 2014

The Home

The Home of a person is the home of their spirt,
That sprit never leaves the home unless the person dose,
It never leaves unless you force it to,
Know why?
Its a spirt it follows you,
It guides you,
It looks over you to see if you do the right thing,
Your home might change,
But you have to know where ever you go your sprit will be your home.

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