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Raw
Clothes are like costumes, they label us into different people depending on our appearance. That's why whenever I get the chance I choose to be naked. There's nothing for me to hide or to be, I'm just myself, raw.
 Apr 2013 Olivia Rose
Becca Bruno
It's late, and I'm sad. I've been crying, I've been thinking.
If I just disappeared, who would miss me? Who would notice? Who would try to find me?
I can't determine my death, but fate can.
Unless I tamper with my destiny, and make it what I want it to be.
I could easily **** myself, without pain, or with it.
I want to fall asleep, dream of a perfect world, and never wake up.
I could easily find a knife, or a razor, I could bleed out.
I could overdose on painkillers, because I have them right at my fingertips.
I could drown, or hang myself, or shoot myself.
I could jump off a bridge, or a building.
I could do all of this, and I do consider it, but I could never fulfill it.
The thought of death calms me, my soul wouldn't inhabit the body I have now.
I'd be free, free from reality, and worries.
I wouldn't carry this life on, it would just end.
Who would it effect? Who would finally acknowledge who I am?
People who once hated me, or talked **** about me, would all of a sudden care.
They would say, "what a shame, she was so beautiful."
People lie, they're careless, thinking words don't hurt.
They have no idea what I go through, what I think about, what I want to do.
I couldn't leave my mom, she's holding me back.
I wouldn't live for anyone else.
If I died, I would be remembered, but remembered as a girl who was too weak and broken to live,
too sad to move forward.
People would move on, and I'd be pushed to the back of their minds.
If I could simply die without anyone knowing, I wouldn't be here now.
 Apr 2013 Olivia Rose
jdmaraccini
Deep asleep my heart stops beating
I see a chance to break away.
Looking down at myself not breathing,
I feel no sorrow if it ends today.
What’s the point in senseless silence,
in my silence can you hear me pray.
Love like magic is an illusion of science,
as I march into the dark decay.

Fear and darkness in the tears I bleed
as I drift into a permanent sleep.
Like a moth to the flame with burning wings
I fly to the valley of sorrow and grief.
I fall into the mouth of a broken tree
then land on the ledge of a snow-covered leaf.
I heard a voice bellow from below:

Where’s the justice in a land of liars,
a knife is plunged into the innocent soul.
A broken heart bleeds anger and fire
as the pendulum swings, the heart grows cold.


Why am I here this is a terrible mistake,
last thing I remember there was no pain,
I went to sleep but did I wake?
I do remember a porcelain plate,
a porcelain cup, I ate and drank,
was it dinner that night that sealed my fate?
Amatoxin tea with a ricin cake,
what have I done, what did I take?

Sorrow is a shadow over those who are grieving,
begging for a chance to put an end to the pain.
Writhing and thrashing from the venomous stings.
falling in darkness consumed by the flames.
As we suffocate should we fight to keep breathing,
or surrender to sorrow and the dark decay.
JDMaraccini
2013
No one to run to, no one to talk to
No one to call, no one at all
Separated from the world
Isolated from family
Departed from friends
Same routine of the Lonely life again...and again
When times of struggle
When times of stress
When times of pain
Lonesome soul moving through the rain
Nothing different its always the same
Same routine of the lonely life again...and again
Awakened to the silence day after day
The sound of speech is so inside deep
Unfamiliar with words, not even a peep
Foreign sounds to the ear
Lying down in deep despair
Same routine of the lonely life again...and again
Come to realize this horrid lifestyle
The one that's been here for quite a while
The one that brings no sort of smile
The one that cause the pain and suffering
The one that's the blame for that low self esteem
For the weather outside has never been seen
Afraid the world might seem too mean
No one to call best friend, let alone any friend
Everyday is the same question: "When will this end"
Days, weeks, years gone by and yet its still the same
Until one day there was a cease to this pain
Suddenly swerved onto a different lane
Realizing the previous lifestyle was nothing to gain
Mentality transformed
Its time for change
Happiness is restored into life
Even though it required some sacrifice
Smiles, smiles from left and right
Those lonely tears no longer in sight
This lifestyle has been shifted into the light
The world of darkness has ceased to occur
For joy has regained his spot, I'm sure
No more times of struggle
No more times of stress
No more times of pain
the sunshine has dried up all the rain
The same routine of that lonely lifestyle
Never, never again!

— The End —