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Bambi Oct 2013
It hits.

Words roam together. 

I fall to the floor.
Bambi Oct 2013
Days pass. She watches, she whispers. "Why?" The people she sees through her window. Her basement is cold, dark, empty. Just one body lies on the floor. Hers. Up in a ball, raveled. One barred window pushed up in the wall. A boy crawls up pressing against the metal. Asking "Hello? HELLOO?" Looking at her and screaming "I will get you out, I promise!" That was the thing; she was locked in there, punishment she doesn't know what she did wrong. She can't remember. She is to weak to get up and tell him no. She can't even smile, she showed him the last thing she had left, tears. She had a blank face. Thus her black hair, tangled, long against her pail white figure. She wore a dress, or what's left of it, white, laced end. Sad, that was her first wedding dress. Once to her feet, now to her thighs. Cut, torn; she used half of it as an attempt to escape, losing her energy. No shoes, smeared makeup, she laid. She never saw that boy again. That's another promise broken. She was imprisoned. She didn't scream, he warned her "One scream, one bullet, one life." With a smirk. He locked her up. Called her names, beat her, hated her. She died that day. Knowing there is no one left. Knowing that no one cared. Her last words "I am sorry for whatever I did, I love you." She died thinking it was her fault. She still loved him. He thought she was a joke. She took it seriously. He killed, she apologized. Her vow was more than heart could say. His vow wasn't more than a lie. His vow was a lie. She should have turned when she could. On the wedding day.
Bambi Oct 2013
Good night.

This is the last of me.

Tonight pills.

Tomorrow gone.

More tears.

More smiles.

I am sorry.

I really am.
Bambi Oct 2013
Right now.

I wish to die.

My future is death.

Why the hell do I write.

There is no point.

I don't know.

I am depressed.

I am sorrow.

I re-write everything, 
just in different format.

I don't care.

I won't be missed.

I am not loved.

I write.

I am tired.

I am in pain.

I am sorry.
Bambi Oct 2013
"But, I thought..."

"HAHAH fat ***, did you really think that anyone would like you. (With a crowd behind her)

"I... I just thought."

"Well you thought wrong *****! AHAH (The whole crowd laughs)"

"But what did I do?"

"You were talking **** about me, yeah he told me, go die you *****! (More laughs from the crowd)"

"No I don't talk about people... I didn't say anything"

"Oh "OK Sure" Yeah go say that you ***. No one likes you. Go **** you're self. HAHA (More)"

She walked out of the girls restroom along with the crowd. Me one the floor crying. I crawl to the nearest stall. I stay there for about 5 minutes. I soak up my tears to accept the fact that I have to go back. In my head I thought take her out, punch her, kick her, DO SOMETHING! I didn't, I wanted to. No cameras in the bathroom. No proof that anything happened that day. I wish I would have fought back. But I was afraid. Lies lead up to this. He told lies. He, she, they, them. Lies.
Bambi Oct 2013
November 19, 2012
The chair beneath my feet; the noose around my neck, slightly tied to the end of a branch attached to a white, dust ocean, fan. Tears pour out of my eyes, down my pail cheeks, into my shirt; soaking up the moisture of a melancholy, excruciating, life all in one drop. "Why am I here? Will anyone miss me? What the f**k did I do wrong? Why… Me?" screaming the words aloud yet, with out a sound. Telling my self every thing I have, who I have. A mother that all ways wants to help, a father that doesn't care, a little brother clueless yet, dreadful; and yet again I try to put on my "happy mask" and just smile, it doesn't work. I am dead; all of the bullying, the joking, the abuse, I cant take it anymore.
Bambi Oct 2013
Different, we are.

A nerd, I am.

Yoda, he is!
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