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I have a smile that can light up the world
People stare at me and sigh, Why can't I be that girl?
I laugh and it sounds like bells
But no one knows that I go through hell
My mother has a fear that she will grow old
My father hits me when he thinks I grow bold
I smile and show my teeth at school
But when I am home, I am no longer cool
I have the most perfect scars on my wrist
Because my family treats me like ****
They are so beautiful, so nice
They are perfection.....it will suffice
I cry each night
My tears blocking out the light
My dad comes in and raises his hand
Next day at school, *I fell down practicing with a band
 Jan 2015 Danya
MysteryBear
Therapy
 Jan 2015 Danya
MysteryBear
How can you medicate me
                     if you barely know me?
 Jan 2015 Danya
Kataleya
Love her like
She's the raging sea,
Unrestrained and dark and deep.
And you crave her touch
Through aching pores
As you slowly drown in sleep.

Love her like
She's the tender storm,
A lovely shade of grey.
Like with every whiff
Of breath she takes,
She's taking yours away.

Love her like
She's the silent clouds
With calmness floating by.
Like you'd want to make
Sweet love to her
Under the moon's apocalyptic eye.

Love her like
She's the blazing fire,
And you lust the candied pain.
Like she's the disease
That swallowed you whole
And you'd like to die again.

When her gentle touch
Makes your chest explode,
And your addiction is your girl.
Promise you'll love her
Through hell and back,
Or don't you dare love her at all.
 Jan 2015 Danya
Kimberly Rose
WHY THE **** WOULD YOU PROMISE TO BE MY ROCK IF YOU WERE SO UNSURE OF WHAT YOU WANTED. WHY THE **** WOULD YOU GIVE A BROKEN GIRL YOUR WORD IF YOU’RE ALREADY BROKEN YOURSELF. MAYBE BECAUSE YOU'VE ALWAYS HAD THE LUXURY OF HAVING SOMEONE PICK UP THE ******* PIECES FOR YOU. BUT THE BAND AIDS ARE LOSING THEIR STICK AND I’M RUNNING OUT OF PATIENCE SO IF WE’RE JUST AN AVALANCHE THEN TAKE ME WITH YOU AND MAYBE AT THE BOTTOM OF THIS MOUNTAIN YOU’LL MAKE UP YOUR MIND AND WE CAN PUT BACK THE PIECES TOGETHER.
 Jan 2015 Danya
Kimberly Rose
Four
 Jan 2015 Danya
Kimberly Rose
When I was four I cried to my mom because I thought that one day, I was going to die.
And at about four o’clock this morning I cried to myself because all I wanted to do was die.
 Jan 2015 Danya
me-mow
seventeen
 Jan 2015 Danya
me-mow
he came to pick me up in a little red car
took me to his house, forty minutes too far
with my sadness on my sleeve, i got in willingly
but i never expected or asked for what he was going to do to me
unwelcome hands thrashing unwelcome swirls
"come on, i've never had to take my pants off before a girl"
i didnt want this i didnt want this i didnt want this i never asked for it i didnt want it i never ******* wanted it i....
i...
i..
so he took what wasn't his
and i
laid there,
motionless.
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