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 Mar 2014 Bailey Berry
Mari Kitty
When I go outside and looks
at the car and sky. When I stare at the blue
sky I just wonder what it looks like there. I try my best not to
die or **** myself but it's difficult. I just sit and look and just try to have my
eyes on the prize. I say to myself, "Why am I here? Does anyone care?
What if I'm just invisible to the world?" I just give up now.
I guess I'm just sick of it now.
I quietly walk upstairs and go to my bathroom and lock the door.
Grab the Antidepressants and get my nice and cold glass of water.
   I grab a handful and just start doing what's right.
I guess this is the end.
I will see you all in the special place in my hear--
(The End)
 Mar 2014 Bailey Berry
Mari Kitty
I feel hated. People seem to just hate me. What have
I done to you? Why are you treating
me like this? Please tell me what I did.
I don't know what to do anymore. It hurts me to
see people just to be rude all the time. Don't you know how many
teens die everyday for just being themselves? I don't think you do.
I almost committed suicide and almost gave my life away, but I just had though
that the very little friends that help me out. Like Bailey for example. She has
been there for me for a lot of things. And I couldn't ask for a funny friend like her. When I cry, she is always there for me no mater what. I hope you read this. I guess that you could say that I have "issues" at home. Don't take it the wrong way, I'm not abused, is just that my mom has become this person that I can't talk to. I cannot go to anyone at my house anymore. Except for one person, but she is also against me as well. But hey I'm still here right. You should be too.
(The End)
Hope you like it.
Chest to chest,
Sweat on sweat.
Moans loud and sloppy,
Faces wrinkled in pure ecstacy.
"Gerard" Frank moaned,
And didn't hide his pleasure.
He dug his nails into Gerards bare hips,
Definately leaving a mark.
"****, some more" Gerard groaned, and thrusted harder.
The headboard smashing against the wall,
And the neighbours shouting.
"I'm almost there" Frank yelled,
And pulled Gerard hard.
A few moments,
And Gerard was done.
Gerard rolled off of Frank,
Without a care in the world.
"I'm going to work" Gerard said,
And pulled on his clothes.
"B-but, you don't have to be in for an hour.."
Gerard grabbed Frank harshly by the hair,
And pinned him down.
He smirked down at the younger man,
And harder in love Frank fell.
"But you're my ****,
And you know you love it."
Frank thought for a second,
And well,
**** it.
"I'm a bad little boy,
With no heart left,
Or soul.
Just ruin me Gee,
Take my body through hell."
Frank bit his bottom lip,
And looked at Gerard.
He was smirking,
And blushing hard.
"Yeah,
You're right little boy.
Now get on your knee's,
And at least have a try."
Im emotionless sometimes
Sometimes I dont know how to feel
I feel what im tild to feel
Until I met you
Emotionless
Im no lobger this way becuase of you
You fill me with love and joy
You make me feel like the luckiest man in the world
I love you
~unknown
Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow!
It is not a color.
It is summer!
It is the wind on a willow,
the lap of waves, the shadow
under a bush, a bird, a bluebird,
three herons, a dead hawk
rotting on a pole—
Clear yellow!
It is a piece of blue paper
in the grass or a threecluster of
green walnuts swaying, children
playing croquet or one boy
fishing, a man
swinging his pink fists
as he walks—
It is ladysthumb, forget-me-nots
in the ditch, moss under
the ****** of the carrail, the
wavy lines in split rock, a
great oaktree—
It is a disinclination to be
five red petals or a rose, it is
a cluster of birdsbreast flowers
on a red stem six feet high,
four open yellow petals
above sepals curled
backward into reverse spikes—
Tufts of purple grass spot the
green meadow and clouds the sky.
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