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The shadows are creeping in
Closer, closer
The light is fading slowly
Slower, slower
The time is running out
Faster, faster
The shadows are growing bigger
Bigger, bigger
My life is slowly draining
Draining, draining
The shadows have taken over...
The tale of a girl
The tale of a shy girl
The tale of a sweet shy girl
Her parents didn't see that
Every day she came to school with at least 2 or 3 new bruises or scars
At first I didn't put mind to it
Until she invited me over

She and I were close friends
So she allowed me to read her diary
Her secrets were in my hand
I read it over and over to make sense of it
It didn't make sense

Her mother came in with a knife not knowing I came over
Because she got permission from her dad
She said, "Time for your daily scars!!!!!"
She saw me and hid the knife
But I knew what was going on

We were friends after of course
Inseparable
But one day she didn't come to school...
And I never saw her again...
Realizing she was gone forever was awful
I didn't know what to think

Her mom and dad got divorced
Her mom got arrested
I got interviewed
I still have her diary
To the people who read this, this is not a true story. I'm glad it's not because I already have a lot of sadness in my life as it is...
I'm going to write this poem how I talk in real life so... don't judge how I talk!

T-The S-shy One
T-The S-Skid-dish One
Th-Those are m-my nickna-ames
E-Everyone s-says that I-I'm j-just like H-Hoodie from C-Creepypasta
Oo
W-Which I am
B-Because h-he stammers t-too
L-Look him u-up

E-Everyday I'm l-limping down the h-hallway because m-my foot is b-bad and I h-hear:
"There she goes!"
"What's up with the limp?"
"Hey! Hoodie! I have cheesecake!"
S-Seriously
E-Everyone knows a-about C-Creepypasta
M-My best friend is C-Crystal
S-She is my M-Masky
W-We both <3 ch-cheesecake

O-Or I could b-be Canada
Fr-om H-Hetalia
Hetalia i-s an anime o-on Netflix
So yeah that happened O
o
They say I'm cold like snow
Here's proof:

Friends?
Roughly 7
All but one sit at the lunch table with me
The boy of course joe
Everyone else are girls
I'll be in my own world while everyone else is
Talking and laughing and I'm
Eating... Listening...
Crystal tries to revive me
Hello?
I looked up
I noticed that the cafeteria got a little quieter
I felt a bunch of eyes stare into my soul
Everyone at my table start staring at me like I appeared out of thin air
Everyone in the cafeteria except for a few tables did
Probably because I did
I looked back down and the cafeteria got loud again
My table still stared at me in awe and they were like
"She looked up!"
"I've never seen her face at that angle in a really long time!"
"***!***!***!***!***!***!***!"
I looked up again
The cafeteria became quiet
I looked down and it became loud again
Crystal playfully poked me
I poked her back harder
The bell rings, we all leave, blah blah blah
I still can't believe everyone did that to me
I can't be center of attention!
I can barely talk to one person at a time!
 Aug 2014
Forgotten Dreams
One Step
The only way is forwards
One Path
The only one I'll take
One Destination
The only one I'll get to
One Life
The only one I've got
One Chance
The only one I should need
One Shot*
To ****... or to succeed
So yeah I took a bit of a break from writing and this it all I could come up with at three in the morning.. Not great I am aware but better than nothing I guess
 Aug 2014
Forgotten Dreams
Why?
Why do you hurt yourself?
Why?
Why must you bleed?
Why?
Why do you cry a lot?
Why?
Why do this to me?
Why?
Why can't you talk about it?
Why?
Why do you like your scars?
Why?
Why would you want to keep them?
Why?
Why do you avoid me?
Why?
Why did you do it?
Why?
Its not a poem >.< just a list of questions that should never be asked
 Aug 2014
r
Seven billion strong
and each one of us
alone in our thoughts.

r ~ 3Mar14
 Aug 2014
Ann M Johnson
A poem a day may not keep the doctor away, but it may keep the Psychiatrist at bay
Writing is very therapeutic and so is reading poems at least for me!
 Aug 2014
Frank Russell
How profound -
that you know that you know
of your intellectual limitations.

How fascinating -
that you claim to speak
for God.


- fr
repost
 Aug 2014
Willow Hadleigh
In your house a broken face is the same as a broken plate,
it happens all the time.

In your house a cry for help is the same as a telemarketer call,
unanswered.

In your house you have learned to blame your bruises on falling,
in your house you have been told to lie about what goes on inside.

In your house is where you went insane,
in your house is where you left the bullet in his brain.
 Jul 2014
Molly
The ***** hasn't kicked in yet and I know I shouldn't text you again so I won't because the ***** hasn't kicked in yet but maybe when I'm drunker I could send you a text about how much I hate the fact that I lost my virginity to you or how much I hate the fact that I still text you when I'm drunk that would be pretty **** meta my throat burns but I'm trying not to drink too much water because the ***** hasn't kicked in yet and I'm trying not to cry because my parents got divorced two years ago and everyone else seems to be coping fine but I still break down when my dad talks about how much he loves my mom and he's getting married soon and I wonder if she knows she's his second choice and I wonder if it breaks her heart as much as it breaks mine and my parents haven't seen each other in months because it makes my dad sad to see what he is missing but I think if he saw my mom more often he would realize he isn't missing much because since he left she's been drinking and he never liked her when she drank because she gets too honest and cries too much and she told me my friends were weird and I used to think drunk words were lies but that boy told me he loved me and two years later it turns out it was true and I wish he had told me sooner because it would have saved me a lot of heartbreak and maybe we could have been something and I would text him right now but he never likes it when I drink because I remind him of himself and that terrifies him and he got back from rehab a few months ago and he's been different ever since and I don't like the new him and he used to hate people like him but I guess he's happy now I hope he's happy now I thought he'd stopped drinking until he mentioned grabbing a beer I don't know if he's still taking pills but I hope not because I really do love that boy like a brother or a lover it changes a lot and he's going into the military and I want more than anything to kiss him good bye but I don't know if he still wants me and I don't want to make him sad and he's been pretty mean lately but I think it's just the boys he's been hanging out with and my brother says he's changed so much they hardly ever talk now and I remember when they used to be best friends and I hate what time does to people and the ***** is starting to kick in now do you see what time does to people I still have some left I poured myself a juice glass of grapefruit flavored liquor and I don't know how many shots it equates to but I hope it's a lot I need to stop thinking tonight I want to puke my guts out I want a hangover I want to teach myself a lesson but I never ******* learn I don't know if I'll ever stop drinking sometimes I want to die by the time I'm 25 and I think maybe if it's an accident no one would be so upset so if I got in a car accident no one would think I was depressed if I drove off an overpass people would use my story as a drunk driving prevention program but they wouldn't think I left them on purpose and that's all I need I will live my life quickly and leave just as fast because I hate what time does to people and I do not want to be a victim of the clock
I get too honest when I drink
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