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Monique Saunders Dec 2011
Watching the world be
Destroyed, I am still my own
Biggest disaster.
Monique Saunders Mar 2011
With your slight of airs and graces,
You have betrayed my untidy heart,
Twisted out a retching sob,
And left a metallic taste in my mouth.
Everything tastes like Russian roulette.
Monique Saunders Mar 2011
I don't mar my flesh as a cry for help,
I'm really quite strong enough on my own.
I don't pick at scabs for attention,
Sometimes, I just want to see if I can reach bone.

This hasn't been written to make you worry;
I really don't want to die.
I just want to help you understand,
and tell you my reasons why.

I'm not trying to make you upset,
And I don't exactly say this with pride.
What I find is I need to express
The ugliness I have inside.
Monique Saunders Mar 2011
yell at me baby
scream and shout obscenities
yell at me baby
i want you to have an affect
yell at me baby
let me know i'm real
yell at me baby
i don't need your respect
Monique Saunders Mar 2011
You.
      You.
            You.

(What don't you ******* understand?)

It's all about you.
                            It's ******* always about you.
Monique Saunders Mar 2011
I scratched your name into my desk;
A crude effigy to my love,
And adoration of your entire being.
Monique Saunders Mar 2011
I will carve into my flesh,
Whittle it away down to bone.
It's not about beauty,
Or wanting it to be gone.
I just want to control
The only thing that is, truly,
My own.
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