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  Jan 2015 Britty Bruce
Robert Dimas
Sick of circling the same road.
Sick of bearing the guilt.
I’m so sick, infected with
A dream that we were dead
But we took everything life could give;
Almost thought we made it home.

I don’t know who I am anymore
And how can you look at me
When I can’t stand myself?
My scars are yours today
This story ends so good.

Tell me you hear my cry,
I hear haunted melodies calling me.
Lying when I say I’m free of pain;
I’m just paranoid of getting lost
Or that I might lose.
I’m pouring out passion.
I’m hanging by a thread.
Still I like to think you said
“This is not where the story ends.”

The sun will set on this, my dear.
We’ll cry tonight, and in the morning we are new.
I want to find the book and read it again
And savor in this heart that’s healing.
The dawn is breaking; we can see the fire glow.
Take my hand we’re almost home.
a poem made out of lyrics from my favorite band: Flyleaf.  a gift for one of the most important people in my life.
"I love you" she once said
But now they are just fading memories of you two laughing: in the couch or in the bed

"Forever" was another promise she could never keep
Now you can just sit down,remember and weep

"My love for you will never go away"
Too bad she decided not to stay

I think the point I'm trying to make is that you can write,sing or rhyme
But maybe,just maybe nothing lasts for all the time
  Jan 2015 Britty Bruce
sheridan
She battles her demons, day in, day out.
They don’t stay quiet, they scream and shout.
They tell her she’s ugly, they tell her she’s fat.
Her thighs are too big and her stomach’s not flat.
She starves herself but that’s not enough.
This desire to be thin has proven to be tough.
It’s making her miserable, it’s making her sad.
The quicker the weight loss, it won’t be as bad.
But the weight is staying and it won’t disappear.
She’s taking it to the extreme
And she’s making it clear
That she wants to be thin
And thin she will be.
But what you don’t know is that girl is me.
Britty Bruce Jan 2015
The moment you want to cry.
you cant stop it.
its would all be easier if you were to die.
not dealing with everyone making you feel like ****.

Why cant anyone hear?
The blade screams my name.
I'm shaking from fear.
I walk by in shame.

Every day I try to confess.
I feel invisible, please see me.
Even if I look like a mess.
Im drowning in a black sea.
I tried to be that girl for you
Even though I didn't know what to do
Did everything I could to fit in
Even changed the friends I hung out with
But in the end, you broke my heart
Ripped me inside out, tore me apart
I cried for days and Oh, so many nights
My new friends dumped me, my old friends were right
I finally got over you, hung out with my friends
And you smiled at me, and then
The cycle started, but I changed some things
I hung out with my old friends and warily accepted your rings
My heart slowly started to love
Hell below to Heaven above
You shattered me to pieces, I couldn't be repaired
You went for that girl, the fair-haired
I cried again and this time, I knew
You couldn't love anyone, the way I loved you
I never dated boys and
Realized that love was a poison
It was something much of a mistake
Even vampires die, stabbed in the heart with a stake
Love is wrong
Love cannot belong
Britty Bruce Jan 2015
Age 5, your my world I love you baby girl.
Age 7, Baby I want you to be careful this world is cruel.
Age 9, Your getting older but no boys okay?
Age 11, See boys break hearts please just sit and stay.
Age 13 (you realize everything you start to self harm), your to old or your not that old.
Age 15 (you run away things get worse and you have suicide attempts) Your just a bad child I wish you were gone your not good enough, you should have been sold.
What happened to me being your babygirl...
What happened? I guess your right this world is cruel.
I was so happy then I felt alone.
I know I did bad things but so did you when you were grown.
Hey daddy, Hey mommy... Look at my wrist.
I ripped a blade across it feeling Bliss.
You should have seen it, it looked like there was a ******.
The boy I loved left me, he was my only girder.
Nothing ever lasts...
Im only reminded of my past.
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