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Meghan Marie Nov 2015
The car lights
echo behind his eyes
as i see the pain he holds
inside himself quietly.
His fists are clenched against
the steering wheel
as if he's afraid that he may
lose control of himself if he loosens up.
His smile spreads across his face
yet all i see is the sadness
that sits inside his bones.
Meghan Marie Nov 2015
A heavy body slams me
into the ground
and I can feel myself sinking
beneath these waves
that pull me down.
In the darkness
I am surrounded by my demons.
All of them have come to the party
inside my head
that I didn't want to host.
The silent screams
ring in my ears
creating sharp pains
like daggers into my chest.
I try to breathe
and instead I choke on water,
the bitter taste of salt
burning against my throat.
I have built a moat
around me and nobody
has tried to enter my walls,
nobody ever tried at all.
Meghan Marie Oct 2015
The clock is ticking
as I feel my heart
cracking,
slowly breaking open.
My heart pouring
rivers of crimson
for you're on my mind again.
Meghan Marie Oct 2015
Small crevices in my skin,
a constant reminder
of where I've been.
Meghan Marie Oct 2015
You won't feel the warmth of the sun on your shoulders again. You won't feel the grass in between your toes or the wind blow through your hair.
2. Someone will find your empty body, it will haunt them forever.
3. Your bestfriend will be hungover with sadness and grief.
4. You'll only turn into another sick statistic.
5. Beds are comfier than coffins.
6. Your city that you love so dearly will never be the same. It may continue to go on but they'll never forget.
7. You won't smell the crisp air of autumn or even feel free again.
8. Pain is temporary, happiness will find you again.
9. Holidays for your family will always be a painful reminder of what you did. That you aren't coming back.
10. You're important, Your life matters. You matter.
Meghan Marie Oct 2015
You left me here to rot
From my insides to the outside.
My lungs are growing thin,
Decaying with every cigarette
I now smoke
Alone.
Two AM,
You came to me with tired eyes
To pick up the broken pieces he left you with
After he made love to another girl.
It is now 3 AM
And the blood is on my hands
And you turn your back against me.
Meghan Marie Oct 2015
I am worn flannels
from the boys section
of the second hand shop.
Long sleeves covering
the seven years
worth of scars.
Seven years
battling mental illness.
I am paint stained carpet
and broken down shoes.
A pair for the different person
that i decide to be
everyday.
I am an adventurer
trying to find a place to call home.
Late night bonfires
and the starlit sky.
I am who i am
and most of all
I am proud.
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