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Missblackraven Jun 2015
it holds, *consumes, takes over

                   but in the end.
              
                               it reminds me.
                                          
                                            **I'm alive.
  Jun 2015 Missblackraven
David
Basking in self-pity,
I pour myself a  drink.
Time alone always gives you
plenty of time to think.

Standing on the edge of the abyss;
I am on the brink.
And I just can't get over it.
Only further,
I seem to sink.

"You again, with your self-pity"
Is what you'd probably say.
Because you'd rather I pretend
that everything's okay.

I guess I'm guilty of being honest
in a world consumed by lies.
A world where it's easier to ignore,
walk away,
and close your eyes.
Missblackraven Jun 2015
Tattoos ran up and down her body...
Beautiful pieces of artwork that she alone understood.

For she, herself was like artwork...
Seen by many and understood by one.

Me.
Missblackraven Jun 2014
Today I jumped off a cliff
And as I fell I could only think of what was to come
Falling, I dove until I pierced the cold dark waters
The bitter salt stinging my eyes as I try to rise above
Only to realize the harsh waves pushing me down

The struggle to keep my head above
The struggle to breath

Below me,
I feel the hundred of bites from sharks
Their sharp teeth in my skin
dragging me down

And the thousands of jellyfish stings
weakening me
forcing me down
forcing me to blend in and become one of them

But I can't
I must prevail
I must take on the pain
I must move on

And as I pull free and swim further away I hear them call
You're weird! You're ugly!You're an outcast!
And though the words constantly replay in my mind
I must use them as strength to move on

I must succeed
I must push through the waves
I must ignore the pain.the stings, the bites.
I must swim against the current.
I must fight it.

Although they still try to drag me down
Try to make me like them
I can never be...
I can only be me...

For my island, my home, my sanctuary.
is not far away...
I must be free...
The struggle to fit in and also be yourself.
Deciding to move on and be different.
Missblackraven Jun 2014
I hear your voice like a whisper
Taunting me, tormenting me,
With your words of secret....

The daggers of your tone,
The sharpness in your eyes.
     Are killing me slowly
            Until I am no more...

Your grip on my heart is painful
Your control of my mind destroys me
Your venomous words dissolve me
And yet I am still here

My Fault
My Tragedy
My Burden

My Life
My Promise
My Love
Missblackraven Jan 2014
whispers in the wind
are broken...

laughter in the soul
to quiet it scares me...

thoughts in the mind
they slowly kills me...

no one in to protect me
i'm fading...

emptiness in my heart
please help me...
Missblackraven Nov 2013
“I’ll always be there for you.”
The words I crave to hear from you my almost love.....
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