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Chelsea Spahr Aug 2014
Silly me for thinking you were worth it,
For thinking I even had a chance.
Silly me for thinking you were different from the rest.

Never again will I fall for such a joke.
Chelsea Spahr May 2014
Never let anyone tell you that you can't do something.
You are your own person with your own ambitions.
You are in charge.

Never let someone tell you that you won't make it in the real world
just because you chose to not go to college.

Never let someone tell you that you are throwing your life away.

You can do anything you put your mind to.
You will become successful.
  May 2014 Chelsea Spahr
Smudged Ink
being alone is one thing
feeling alone is misery
being in a room full of people
and still not belonging
i have to wonder
does anyone notice?
how i am there but at the same time not
do they see how i feel ignored
how i walk away feeling like there's no point
just when i thought i could be normal
i am reminded i'm that i'm not
Chelsea Spahr May 2014
You are a waste of space, a *******.
You will never have control of me again.
You will never hurt me again.

You aren't **** and you never will be.
You are nothing.
You will never amount to anything.
You will suffer the way you made me.
You will end up with nothing and have nothing.

Karma is a *****.
I apologize for my rant, pain does that sometimes.
Chelsea Spahr Apr 2014
"God saw that you were getting tired, and a cure was not to be,
So he put his arms around you and whispered, "Come to me".
With tearful eyes we watched you, and saw you pass away.
Although we love you dearly, we could not make you stay.
A golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands at rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us, He only takes the best."
Rest in peace my guardian angel. The struggle is over and it's been almost a year since you left us. Each day seems to just get harder and harder but I know you're watching over me. I love you Aunt Gretchen. Forever and always
  Apr 2014 Chelsea Spahr
Michael Amery
I broke again today.
Mind caged behind emotions
Not of my making,
Not of my choosing.

The tempest whipped up
By foreign deities
Which reside inside
Whom do not mask their hate.

I cry out for your help
Even as I strike your hand
When you reach for me.

Yet you stand resolute
In the wake of my broken fury,
Birthing new love within me
As I find strength in numbers
For I am no longer alone.
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