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Katrina Zechman Nov 2015
it wasnt my choice
i didnt want it
i was drunk
i was 15 he was 18
im in high school
i puke... wet pants in the hospital bed
i cry
i cant sleep
i write
i draw anything to destract my mind
i want it to leave myhead
i want the faded demon to leave
no cuts but i want to
no soul but i need it
rapped and called a liar
im tired of it all
i want to be done and nobody will let me
Katrina Zechman Nov 2015
i havent felt this before
the pain, the thought they take over my head
i never knew this before
i know how she feels now
i never knew before
i dont and tired
my head hurts and i have brusies
my scars the was to be fresh
but i dont want to open them
they are healed
time may heal but memories will never be forgotten
Katrina Zechman Nov 2015
I trusted you and her but you laid my body down
The alcohol it poisoned me with a burden
The mind set of you and her on me
My body it’s ***** my mind is filled
All I can think about is the grossness of it
She cut we tried to protect her
But the alcohol poisoned me
Blood and dark red
A tortures red hands horror
The lies were told the hands the were everywhere
The story will never be heard
The pain will forever be felt
Dark red hands they leave marks I know now
Never will I never know again
Katrina Zechman Nov 2015
Silence everywhere
nobody speaks, nobody breathes
everyone listening, nobody caring
the wounds the silence creates
cut deep, but still no scream
tired so mad, so hurt, so sad,
more pain, less smiles
the silence takes over
silence its everywhere and nowhere
Katrina Zechman Nov 2015
i think bout it some times
the urge is there
the blood red liqud
it dires from blue to red to dark red brown.
people in this world
sick and twisted
no clue what other go threw
beatings, yelling, drugs, cuts, more drugs , more fake smiles
the purge, the beast, nobody knows
there was no beauty in the beast.
im tired of anger, im tired of pain, tired of the besat just exsploding out
Katrina Zechman Oct 2015
your there, i try to be invisable
i cant take it
your there smileing casue you see me
i turn around
you call out my name and laugh
i shiver and turen back around
you smile that smile again
and i walk over
your smile its inviting
i get there and you stick your knife of words in my cheast
i breath, and turn and walk away
i go to the bathroom and cry
its happeing again
i take my pencil and scrtch the surface of scars that had finaaly healed
they crack open
i take my rist band and slide it over
nobody will know
i will live in scilence
Katrina Zechman Sep 2015
im tired of pain, im tired of sorrow,
everyone says its up to you...they all lied,
its not my option,
its everyone esles but mine
i cry
i want to overdose
i dont, im not giveing up
i fight to get my self out but i dig in deeper
im trapped by an age i cant escape form
trapped but a familly hold
trapped but the option of others
i give them the wheel but,
im takeing my heart and running with the wind
i want to leave
get out
never look back
that is my option when
im no logner trapped by an age
and scorched by the options of others rage
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