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Audrey May 2018
Start
Departed
My heart
Knew from
The start
That you would
Break me
My friends
We came to
An end
Cannot make
Amends
Always stole
From me
We
Weren't meant to be
I knew you'd hurt me
Won
I said it you won
My life is done
I knew you would
Break me
Why
Why did you
Break me
You were a Godsend
I now  know why
It had to
End
Audrey Mar 2019
I sit in silence in this room
because it hurts because it burns
when tables turn in the other direction
I  stay away from the mirror in fear of my reflection
because I'm not ready to face myself
hate to say but I need some help
but it's to late for Godsake I need an escape from this place.
  Hiding behind walls no one's in the halls just me hulenating .
I don't let anyone in ,the monsters are ripping through my skin.
I think I'm gone again  .
Forever sinking deeper down buried sized feet under ground beneath our memories.  You kept telling me to let it go
how is that so . Because I can't forget the things you let ,slip by.
Audrey May 2018
I looked in the mirror ,I hate what I see. I shattered the glass . This isn't me. When will this phase pass,a question always asked. I've put on a mask.  I hope it doesn't last...
                             ... forever
Audrey Apr 2019
We planted a seed in the garden and it started to grow. I found out first , I was so happy , you were yet to know. When you heard about the growing flower you said you never wanted to be a farmer. You even tried to dig up the soil. Root by root tried to tear it from the earth. Then you left and I thought without you our flower would die. So alone I watered it and gave it sunlight.  I watered it everyday until the flower bloomed. I never talk to  you about it because you didn't find yourself a fit farmer.  But together we keep the secret of our garden. Now another farmer tends to our  flower never knowing that he is not  its planter.  
Now together  a new farmer and I will love our flower. The secret  grows and we keep it alive. But one day I'll tell the village of our garden. And when I do don't be surprised.

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