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Natasha Smith Nov 2013
You sit by the headstone
Of the lover you lost
Does his spirit still roam
Why was he taken from you and at what cost

You cry loud sobs of tears
Crying more loudly hoping he hears

You sense a presence
From beyond the grave
Praying that is you that he'll save

He's a ghost now you see
He's filled only with dread
A spirit to wander not free but dead

As  he reaches out to hug you
All around you see red
Natasha Smith Nov 2013
Some say that the eyes are window to the soul
But I believe that they are just a story to be told

They show fear
They show hate
They tell you when your heart aches

They show mystery
There a piece of history

They show love
They show pride
They tell people when you've cried

And yet I wonder though
What do your eyes show
Natasha Smith Nov 2013
Why are you so mean to me
What did I do to you
Am I not part of this family
Don't I deserve respect too

I feel like a piece of glass
Shattered from a mirror
Of my awful past
So I put on my mask

And I hide from you
You will not find me
I am now someone new

I cut you on the finger
As you try to clean the mess that you caused
And you try to ignore your flaws

You broke me
I'm shattered
I'm torn
And tattered

I am fragile
I am broken
I am a piece of glass
Just waiting for this torture to pass
Natasha Smith Nov 2013
I do not smile
I do not laugh
I live my life in denial
Cause you were so vile

You may think of me as a happy person
But you don't know me

I always try to get by
With a smile plastered on my face
This is not the case

I am a master of deception
I am an exception

You see what I want you to see
You hear what I want you to hear
You see my fear

Am I a hermit because I like to be alone
No need for companionship
I am on my own
Just me and my heart of stone

I know when I'm alone no one will hurt me
Because if you seen what I've seen
You too would wish you were free
Natasha Smith Nov 2013
I cry silently
In the comfort of my room

I cry silently
Looking for solitude

I cry silently
Gazing at the moon

My cries remain silent while I wait for my doom

And it soon follows
There's a knock at my door

I go the other way and the door swings open

He's come for my soul and I tell him i'll not resist you so go on and take it

And when we leave this reaper and I
he has but one question why
Natasha Smith Jul 2013
When you hurt me
I didn't care whether I lived or died
I wish you could have seen the times that I cried
It's all because of you
All the times you yelled
F* what you think
This is hell
I feel like your punching bag
And I think you should die ***
All feel now is rage and pain
And it's left me feeling tired and drained
You don't try to cooperate
And I wonder if this is my d*
fate
So sometimes I wish I couldn't hear
And that I could ignore you forever
And live the rest of my life without fear
You will never be missed
You made me so ******
Now not being able to hear you is my only wish
Natasha Smith Jul 2013
All the wounds I inflict on myself
Physical and emotional
Are bad for my health

I dig my nails into my skin
Keeping all my pain in
It first feels good and then it stings
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