I am so sorry
I should have seen it
I should have called more
But I let you slip away
I was too wrapped up in my own problems
And you two seemed so happy
I just kind of stopped calling
Usually I called when I was sad
Hearing you
Made me feel better
But the emptiness came right back when the line went dead
I should have pressed harder
Secrets can be necessary
But they can also tear you apart
Like knives hitting the target of our friendship
Please stop throwing your knives
And I will stop mine
And we can patch up the holes
We left behind

I sit here
Crushed by loneliness
Wishing for conversation
Something
Because I seem to be
The only person
Who doesn't have something
To do on this
Cold Sunday afternoon
It is paradoxical
'Cause when I have
A person to talk to
I often wish for them to stop
I am not content either way
I want to walk away
From everything
But I have responsibilities
And it is too cold
So I will just sit here
and be lonely

Evil lurked so close to her heart
held her  tight, closed its eyes
sinking lower fear set in
closing and squeezing the life
from this form of her's ...

Its like the sound of the wind
full force and frightening
thousand miles an hour
tearing every inch of her apart ...

Dead is dead forever
life could be no more
choking lives that devour
Thats what evil is ...

Her palms on the shower wall
steam in the air, hot water covering
her tears, choking back, head bent down
body tense, from the shocking affair ...

The affliction of her heart
cries in distress,
of a lost soul bound ...

The anger builds as she screams
to relieve the hurt, agonizing pain
yet no one hears ...

Alone and isolated in silence,
alienated as one soul
she's breathless as panic evolves
through the horror of her fears ...

Wounded by words that were spoken
she falls deep in her black hole ...

Her escape ...

Miles apart
a new beginning,
of what could be
she fantasizes of him
a star, a knight of white
her desire to be loved,
She wants to cry for her feelings
the soulless of her grave,
tortured, unloved
once again ...

Her palms on the shower wall ...

Debbie Brooks 2014

I'm really sad.
I don't know why.
Let's go **** happy people!

(no offense happy people... sorry...)

I want to write my emotions down in this poem,
But if I put my emotions into words
The screen would burst into flames
And I would burst into tears

I'm just so broken right now, and I just want to be happy. Why can't I just be happy