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One more hit, one more fix and I'm done.
To keep my mind off of you.
one more tab;
one more hit;
one more rock;
Another drink.
just one more thing to numb this feeling for a bit.
this black hole that lies in me.
I am always high or out partying.
Not a second passes when I can bare to feel a thing.
I take someone home because I'm scared to be alone.
I always have plans because I won't dare to have one second of peace so that I can let myself dwell on you.
I'm not myself right now and that's okay,
because I need to get away.
Away from you, and this pain that stabs in my chest like a knife.
Drugs are what help me feel better,
even if it's temporary.
I'm not addicted to the substance,
I just crave to be numb always.
I slowly feel myself becoming heartless.
a frigid layer of protection is growing over my heart and I'm okay with that.
leave me and my decisions  alone,
leave me and thoughts alone.
let me be high, get drunk.
**let me be numb
Light brownish **** lip stain to match the season,
Gold eye liner to make my brown eye color lighter,
Concealer and foundation to even out the skin tone,
bronze pink blush to add a bit of color and define my cheek bones,
Medium brown eyebrow pencil to perfect my eyebrows,
A stripped black and tan shirt with a brown scarf, blue jeans and black boots;
Hair is in a delicate curly updo so that my face gets more attention,
Burberry perfume to bring a soft delicate trail of her aroma,
my make up looks natural yet it adds color and defines the beautiful features of my face.
I do this not to cover my flaws,
not because I am insecure,
not for attention,
Simply because I want to pamper myself.
simply because I deserve to look pretty.
simply because I want to be as beautiful on the outside that I am on the inside.
Girls can wear make up when ever they want, doesn't mean they're insecure
Ashley Nicole Dec 2014
The music isn't loud enough
Until it rattles your ribs,
Pounds on your chest,
And echos in your heart.
White walls,  white floor,  white ceiling.
Stuck in this cage I cant bare the feeling.
I scream for help but no one hears,  
As I sit I drown in tears.  
Running fast,  and panting hard only makes me panic  more.  
Out the door,  down the hall, returning to the same door.
Out the door,  down the hall,  returning to the same door.  
Door,  hall,  door.  
Door,  hall,  door.
As I wallow in my sorrows my thoughts of escaping end.  
Every time I leave I end up at the same door.
I dont know where to go anymore.
I think everyone can relate
Her hair flows like ripples in a lake,
She walks so elegantly,
brown eyes that turn almost to honey in the light,
A smile stretches from ear to ear, pearly whites as they call them.
Womanly curves and lumps that every girl wishes she had.
Lips soft and plump,
Cheeks made of strawberries.
But she is an ugly girl.
She flaunts around with her physical beauty.
From her perfect lips she hisses like a snake ready to attack.
her attitude is one of a rabid dog,
Out of control, and dangerous.
She is: selfish,
self absorbed,
ungrateful,
******,
ignorant,
Disrespectful,
and never pleased.
She climbs a mountain of people stepping on everyone's face.
**She is an ugly girl, hidden behind a beautiful mask
Truth
Ashley Nicole Dec 2014
We smoke dried leaves
And drink fermented fruit
To try to escape the prison of reality
Even if it's just momentarily
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