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Elizabeth Pryor Feb 2016
I’ve bled my way to hell
I’m too far gone.
I should be missed
When I cease to exist.
Elizabeth Pryor Jan 2016
On December 14, 2012
Children hid in cubbies,
They hid in shelves.
Teacher's surrounded
And spoke them kind words,
For out in the halls,
The shots could be heard.
Just an elementary school
Filled with laughter and joy,
Was stripped of its fun
All because of one boy.
A tear fell from America's eyes,
As we heard the news,
For now twenty-six angels,
Our country did lose.
Newtown, Connecticut
Will never be the same.
Engraved in its heart,
Is sorrow and pain.
Twenty children,
Six adults.
They didn't deserve it,
They weren't at fault.
Now all of our hearts
Are filled with sorrow,
We never expected
They wouldn't see tomorrow.
On December 14, 2012,
One special angel
Flew away from me.
Elizabeth Pryor Jan 2016
If only it was so easy,
To just snap out of.

If only it was so easy,
To just be happy.
My favorite memories with you
Are by far the ones made
While dancing in your kitchen,
Sitting in silence in your room
With everyone else either at work or sleep.
I've longed for the calming ocean
To swallow me before
But never like this.
  Jan 2016 Elizabeth Pryor
Chloe
I want to write a
beautiful poem
to tell you
I'm going to
**** myself.

But there are
No words
beautiful enough
to describe to you
the way
I'm about to die.
i cant swim any longer
i cant hold my breath
the waves are slowly
pulling me under
and i think i'll let them
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