Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 Jun 2014 Natalie R
nichole r
at night the insomniacs come out to play

they grab fistfulls of their hair and howl at the moon.
 Jun 2014 Natalie R
nichole r
I drag my nails down my thighs
creating furious jagged lines
surrounded by cloudy milk white.

it stings less than the sadness I feel.
A different dimension
A strengthening awake.
He realized
His life isn't at stake.
The betrayals are gone.
Someone to depend on.
Opening his eyes
Is no longer a pain,
No more lies
To darken the stain.
He found meaning in trust
Love has value
Not just lust.
His heart has healed
Lips not sealed,
Freedom of thought
No longer caught.
No more traps
No more falls
No more mishaps
No more walls.
Amidst the apparent paradise,
He feels a sting
Upon his hand.
The light diminishes
Everything's going bad.
Agony shooting through
As he looks down at the pool
Of blackish red, feeling blue.
Returning to the darkness
No more happiness.
Next page