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Luna Craft Mar 2015
Yes I know I am growing up
And my childish years are dead
But that doesn't mean I'm mature enough
To pile up my debt
I don't want to owe you
I don't want to be treated like a woman yet to be
Like a doll that still hasn't lost its purity
I know I'm supposed to act mature now
And I know I'm supposed to vote and buy a house
But for now let me sit and cry about meaningless things
Because growing up is scary
And being left behind is easy
Luna Craft Mar 2015
I use my eyes to see
As anyone else would
I see the colors all around me and the faces of those I love
I love my eyes for they let me see things some can't
Like the expression on your face when you make a mistake
Or the rare smile that you hide
But now my eyes are tired
Dark circles surround them
And my vision is slowly getting duller
The world seems to be turning into a monochrome mess
I couldn't even tell when the red under your eyes
Had turned to the same black as mine
Luna Craft Mar 2015
From the moment I was born I began to die
From the alcohol fumes to the police visits
The smell of tobacco that lined the walls of a empty home
Family problems that brought bruised limbs and false explanations
And while my body was bruised my mind was already broken
Years of being told no one will miss me when I die
Years of wanting to die
I've been dying for so long I'm just a hollow husk
An empty shell of a little girl with small dreams
Luna Craft Mar 2015
Run
I will run away
From this ****** dream
This ****** dream that only I see
Cause' the nightmares are after me
They are caused by my own grief
Chained to me like misery
And my demons have the keys
Luna Craft Mar 2015
Good morning
Drag yourself out of your bed and face the morning sun
Smile and wave at the light that greats you now and when the day is done
A new day a new start
Be pleased to greet them too
If you look at a new start happily
You will be happy too
Luna Craft Mar 2015
Drown
Lose your breath
Don't fight the end
Let the water fill your lungs
See the light
And know you aren't alone
I'm tired of being told that the light is a lie
So I'll see it with my dying breath
Luna Craft Mar 2015
I've always been in the country
So the first day I arrived in the city was so shocking
I was so scared that I got lost at night
There were people
Druggies
Homeless people
Others who I couldn't even see their faces
But under the city lights we all seemed equal
Like no matter the background of the person under the night sky we were all the same
We were all relying on the city lights to guide us to a better place
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