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Nessa Nov 2016
The corpse lay motionless atop the crimson snow,
Footprints leading off, afar, afar
The feared weapon lays aside, stained fresh ruby red
While in the sky, appears a star
Glowing
Nessa Nov 2016
The world is spinning
Am I alive?
The blood pounding in my ears
But am I alive?

They teased me, they shook me
They tore me apart
But am I alive?

They laughed at my body
The only size eighteen girl there was
But am I alive?

I ate my cakes
I ate my burgers
But I almost ate myself.
Still, am I alive?

Why did I think it was okay?
Why did I think that I could just survive?
Why, oh why, did I eat everything?
Couldn’t I spare myself?

There were better solutions, a better life
But I just drowned, I drowned
In puddle of my own misery.

Do I still breathe, on this world?
Do I still laugh, on this world?
Am I still riddled in my own riddles?

The world is spinning
Am I alive?
The blood pounding in my ears
But am I alive?
This is a poem I wrote for school, based on a Wattpad book I read, Bon Bon's to Yoga Pants.

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