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dont cry because
its over
smile
because it
happened
-dr. Seuss
Sitting her alone
I fill in the bubbles
Easily going through
Then I'm confronted
By this one question
I'm to scared to answer
I'm faced with lying
So I fill in no
I look around
And see no one
I'm all alone.
Hiding behind these eyes is my world.
My world of hurt and pain.
And when I want to give up
Of life
Of living
These eyes bring me back.
My future is my sober
My past my abuse
My present is my rehab
Sometimes I just want to
Swim
In these eyes until
All my pain is gone
Too bad that's just a fantasy.
Maybe today will be the day
The day I save the world
The day I save myself
Maybe today will be different
Maybe I’ll rescue children
From a burning building
Maybe I’ll feed the hungry
Maybe I’ll compose a song
That unites humanity
Today the possibilities
Are endless
So maybe
Just maybe
I’ll do something great
Something unimaginably heroic
Or maybe I’ll just shut up
And eat my breakfast.
You can cry on my shoulder
You can tell me your pain
I won’t let him hurt you,
No, never again
I might not make it better
but I’ll try and I’ll try
I will never hurt you
I’ll never let you cry.
And when you have to let it out
I won’t laugh or stare,
I want you to always know, my friend
That I’ll always be there.
This is specifically to Claire and Arielle, because I know you're hurting and I feel your pain. But to all of my friends, everyone... if you need me, I'll be there.
Love,
Zeba
 May 2012 Claire Ringen
Whitney B
I have a secret
I am a dreamer
I am the person with dreams
I am a believer
I am a fighter
I am stronger then i seem
I rest my head
every night
After a day of laughter
And await my dreams
Of fairy tales
And happily ever afters
And i can almost feel
The sweet spring air
Whipping across my face
delicate dew drops
on blades of grass
Seem to dance with breathtaking grace
And after a night
of magic and wonder
i am forced to awake
Reality is a staircase
leading to nowhere
but that's a risk I'm willing to take
 Apr 2012 Claire Ringen
Bethany
The shadow is always there
Whether physically
Or only in my mind
How to give love
To the one who still and always
Will love another.

Haunted by the love he had for her
Unsure of the love he has for me
The love of his life gone
Never to return
While I stand beside him
He being the love of my life
Wondering if a person can ever
Truly love again after loss.

Scared to always be second to a ghost
Do I stay or grieve the loss of the one I love
Tear drops fall from my eyes
Sorrow fills my heart
So much to risk and yet
There is love shared
Will time heal his wounds?
Or open mine…….
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