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bridgett Dec 2018
I had another daydream, more like a nightmare, an awful
thought
I was in the middle of driving, the instructor had to correct me a lot.

Behind the wheel, my hands were stiff and my knuckles were white
I ****** the car to the left, hitting everything and every car in
site

Hoods hit the ground, tumbling and
rolling
Our lives, even mine, began
unfolding

I thought about teeth crunching, bones
shattering
I thought about the veins exploding, blood
splattering

I thought about my skull between metal, all being
crushed
I saw myself in the mirror, not seeing someone I can
trust.
bridgett Dec 2018
Tonight i cannot sleep
I could always blame the caffeine

I could blame it on the promises
I want to try and keep

My life has changed for the better
Quite sudden and abruptly
being a senior *****. i don't know what i'm doing or where i'm going. but things are also getting pretty okay. i told my parents about a person i really love and care about and they're meeting this person on different days, but it's all good. things are good.
bridgett Dec 2018
and when the rain fell, it flooded
when the sun shone, it burned
she tried to fix people and never learned,
people can just get up and leave, hurt can be so sudden.
bridgett Dec 2018
I don't want to panic when things begin to fall apart
I want to pick things back up, but I don't know where to start

I'm starting to wonder if you can hear my whispering prayers
Or if they just get muffled and drowned out by the layers
          Of the atmosphere and space
          Or if I've fallen too far from grace

I wonder if heaven's just a foreign place
          I'll never get to embrace
bridgett Dec 2018
"I want the leaves ripped from the trees
I want to hear the wind howl and scream"
Glass can shatter from the windows
Books can fly and flee from shelves
"As long as I keep my eyes closed-"
(Maybe nothing will happen,
Maybe someone will help)
"We won't be able to save ourselves"
Freezing bullets of rain will pelt us
Thunder will clatter and make our hearts race
Some kids won't make it onto the school bus
Some will climb on with scratches and new blood on their face
Shield children's eyes from busted brains and gore
sprawled and scattered and smeared across the floor
Hands inside trembling hands with clenched shut eyes
as the teacher leads through the gruesome scene
Number five tripped on a crushed arm, belonging to a child that lied
on the floor. She scrubbed her hands and body, but never felt clean
Students mourned the loss of peers
Peers mourned the loss of parents
and no one to calm and dry their tears
while others or friends or siblings' prayers flood their scared and heartbroken ears

— The End —