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Maddii Lloyd May 2016
take a selfie
to show the true me
no make up messy hair
baggy T's

but no this is the way you see me

take a selfie
add some ****
with my hair in my face
and over done makeup

to me i see myself as "perfect"
and everyone will love me..
yet night after night
i tear at my skin and cry myself
to sleep..

but you will never know the real me!
you judged me before you could
find out,
so *******
and your judgemental
******* thing you call your personality!

im so ******* done, with you
your **** and my life...

so dont act sad when i dont
come to school,
dont act sad when you find
out i passsed.
because honey you dont really care!
Maddii Lloyd May 2016
Baby dont you see,
you are slowly killing me.
holding me down,
and taking my innocence away.
kicking and scratching,
biting and bruising.
putting me in all sorts of pain.

but  i didnt stop you,
i didnt push you away.
i didnt say no,
i kept up the charade.

so here i am lying here,
semi conscious and fully exposed.
with the marks you left on my skin
they are the reasons i stayed
the truth is i was scared to leave.
Maddii Lloyd May 2016
popping pills,
and dragging blades across
my wrist,
tying rope over and over,
re writing my suicide
note.

why you are sitting there
oblivious to the pain you put me
through.
  May 2016 Maddii Lloyd
Pia
Use a ******
The world doesn't need another you.
Maddii Lloyd May 2016
laying here, semi concious
and fully exposed.
blood, bruises, scratches!

you left me.
alone, in the cold dark
surroundings!

i dont know where
i went wrong,
with you.

you told me you loved me
i gave you everything,
i never said no.

but...
but...
but...

i dont care that you
didnt really love me,
i dont care that you
used me.

i care that you left me,
fully exposed and semi
concious.

You LEft mE
Maddii Lloyd May 2016
body to body contact
lips pressed to your neck
hands wondering your body

hickeys, scratches, bite marks
bruises and saliva
covering your soft skin

biting your neck
tearing at your clothes
your breath hot on my skin

***, lust, love.
  May 2016 Maddii Lloyd
Enygma
What do you like about her?

For some reason, I could not decide what to say. When someone asks what I like about her, my mind goes racing so fast that I get caught up in my words.

She's the type of girl who would force the secret out of you if you refuse to tell it to her.

She's the type of girl who doesn't care about what other people think, she lives her life without anyone dictating it for her.

And her curves. God, if I could, I'd trace her curves all day.

She's the type of girl who gets jealous, even with the littlest of things. I thought at first it was normal to get jealous, but this is different. She'd get jealous not because you're breathing the same air as the other girl, but she'd get jealous because she's territorial-- she wants you all to herself.

She's the type of girl who never stops talking. If talking were a sport, she'd be an olympic medalist! But no matter how far off her topics would be, you'd never get tired of her, ever. You'd probably even drift away, lost in her eyes, and she'd have to snap her fingers in front of you to come back to your senses.

She's just mesmerizing, like you would probably touch her arm just to make sure that she's real. She's the full moon on a starry night; God, how could such an amazing person exist?

I'll admit, she's not perfect. Perfection is overrated. She has flaws, and that's why I fell in love with her in the first place. I fell in love with her flaws.
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