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 Jan 2016 disease
Bianca Reyes
I will be turning myself in today
Life in prison awaits me
Must say I definitely deserve it
I killed a girl and I'd do it again
She would fill my head with ideas
Telling me I was worthless
Saying I should just disappear
Maybe she was right all along
But when I saw her in the mirror
My blood boiled and it enraged me
So I suffocated her one quiet night
Drowned her negativity with my pillow
Saw the malice in her eyes fade and die
Never again will she drag me down
For I am a better person now
I killed the woman in my mind
The one that said I was a waste of space
The one that said I'd never inspire
She didn't know what I was capable of
I was capable of loving myself
I killed the side of me that didn't love
Written on January  13, 2016 and shared via Hello Poetry on January 14, 2016. Copywrite belongs  to Bianca Reyes.
 Dec 2015 disease
Latiaaa
The moon...
it is so beautiful.
"Don't let the moon fool ya! It's nothing but trouble. It leaves all day, and doesn't come back till the dark hours approach. Moon ain't meant to be trusted."
I see the moon in my sleep.
I see the moon when I'm awake.
"The moon hates ya! It'll never love ya."
Have you ever seen the moon?
Have you ever touched the moon?
"I say curse that wicked moon."
Sometimes I think the moon hugs me.
It knows I'm scared.
The moon can be anything you want it to be.
 Oct 2015 disease
Latiaaa
Nightmares
 Oct 2015 disease
Latiaaa
The worst is having
a dream where someone loves you
and you can practically
feel them touching you
and it feels so real
and then you wake up
and it's like the life is being
****** out of you
and the happiness just drains
out of your body
and you feel empty again.
I pray to God that karma is real
and that you feel

Every single thing you've done to me.
Ten fold.


*Amen
 Oct 2015 disease
Jindomess
Sticking me with needles again and again
Taking even more blood, need a pen?
To write down that you can't find the sickness
Well here's another symptom, Stress
I'll just leave I guess

No answers
No gain
No tests
No pain

Except the pain is so unbearable
Only another parable
Of doctors not knowing the cure
How many more weeks do I have to indure?
Of this sickness that won't go away
Maybe it will just have to stay

Oh great I'm feeling more pain
Maybe I should go to the doctors again....
I'm getting cut from a disease
How many more times until I appease?
Just get rid of the pain... Please!?
 Oct 2015 disease
sassy
-.-
 Oct 2015 disease
sassy
-.-
Why do people always make issues that are not really true? its so annoying
 Oct 2015 disease
devante moore
Un appealing to see
Like coughed up gunk
Trapped in a smokers lung
Hidden behind a scab
But it was pick away
Now this rage runs loose
Like spilt juice on a marble floor
Failed attempts clean it up
To much of it to soak up
When you come across this spill it's deadly
No caution signs to warn you
I attack like a frighten cat back into a corner
This rage sharp like blades
Words like lemon juice on a open womb  
A switch turn on that got jammed
Only when the circuits fries out
It when this rage dies down
But even then I'm still angry
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