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 Mar 2017 Andy Mion
Eriko
something
 Mar 2017 Andy Mion
Eriko
carry memories,
like the dirt underneath
fingernails

unpainted and hidden not,
carry scars like that
of roses  

and sing unforgivingly,
sing like mountains
pointed

at no one
 Mar 2017 Andy Mion
Hannah
Some days the words are there.
I can see them written in the sky,
or burned into pavement.
Other days I see nothing,
just cloudy grey skies above me,
white and yellow lines beside me.
"Would you stop hurting yourself?"

That was me before

But now I'm changed


I quit trying to be nice
I quit stop hurting myself
I quit holding my anger
I quit hiding myself
I quit everything I've been holding.

Pretend like nothing will happen

Slit a scar through my throat

Bang my head to a wall

Knowing it will hurt.

I'm tired of holding it.

The same nightmare repeating itself again and again.
Me being ignored over and over.

Let's jump into a horror of flames
Let us cut our hands of and drink the blood
Let me say hello to a group of murderers.

knowing it will hurt

No one can stop me now!
You can't do it!
I'll go wild!
See me!

Watch me you foolish small girl
See what you did to me
Small ignorant girl

See?





*Look at what you did to me now
see it with your own eyes i have gone wild and mad like a released dog
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