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Katlyn Orthman Jul 2015
Headlights
Blinding me
Coming towards me
Now I can't see
I am not afraid anymore
To look death in it's eyes
My arms are outstretched wide
I see a light
Coming towards me
Blinding me
Headlights
Katlyn Orthman Jul 2015
Trapped between these prison walls
I watched, in dread, the angel fall
Innocence crushed like autumn leaves
And blown away by sad wind heaves
Hands are scarred from picking up pieces of this broken dream
Paralyzed mentally, ignore my screams
Darkness shrouds the corners of my heart
The foundation has crumbled into parts
This isolation will freeze my bones
Insanity taking over so no ones home
I just want to live alone
Katlyn Orthman Jun 2015
You're just a face
That I am passing by
Another place
That I must survive

You're just a face
That I passed by on the road
Matter filling space
A piece for my story to unfold

You're just a face
That is always in the background
Always misplaced
Always around

You're just a face
Katlyn Orthman Jun 2015
I am drowning
Underneath this feeling of desperation
I am dying
Inside this broken heart is bleeding
I am crying
These tears falling with the loss
The enormous loss of not knowing
Not knowing that the even the ones closest to you
Will betray you
Berate you
Break you
Let me drown
Katlyn Orthman May 2015
Dreary Dreary
These Weary Bones
They Holler And Shudder
In Dreadful Tones
I've Strained Them So Terribly
I've Pained Them So Much
These Bones Cry Their Fury
With Each Simple Touch

Burning Burning
My Churning Guts
I've Worked Myself Desprate
I've Worked Myself Nuts
I'm Nearly Depleted
I'm Running On Low
I'm Broke And Defeated
I Really Must Go
Katlyn Orthman May 2015
Darkness hovered over the dreary sky.
The storm clouds gathering in the skies black eye’s.
And like the tears of the innocent, I watched the sky cry.
I watched the lightning shock the sky back to life.
Then watched a tornado gut the Earth like a knife.
And I watched the Bulimic Earth hurl up the ocean
And I watched as the Earth died
Katlyn Orthman Apr 2015
I am defined
By these blood stained lines
That map out my pain on my arm

I am denied
By these voices in my head
The ones that keep screaming "Harm"

And my head is throbbing
From the tears I have shed
And my heart is throbbing
From the blood staining my bed
And I am hanging
By a very thin thread
I'm just reminded
By my arm, which is red
That inside of me
I  am very much dead
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