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Today,
is Day of Silence at my school.
Today,
voices ring out to me because my silence
is their voice.
I cannot speak today,
oh what a challenge this will be.
I do this for my sister,
a victim of suicide.
lord, hear their voices.
Hear their voices,
hear your children
Do not fall to the depths of suicide.
Please,
hear it from me.
The process is painful.
The funeral is hard,
and after is worse.
Believe me,
it will get better.
Just gotta keep looking on.
Be strong,
keep your head up,
and love life,
*it's all you got
R.I.P Kailee.
For all the victims of suicide, and for anyone who debates it.
I will rise from the stones,
this is the day
that I shout out,
"I AM BLEEDING DIAMONDS"
This is the day
where I live up to my name
This is the day Zach will rise.
Rise past the haters,
Rise past the abusers,
yes my friends,
today is the day I let go of everything and become
who I was always meant to be.
 Apr 2016 Pamela Penta
Nikita
Somewhere in me
there exists a being
made up of all the reasons
that insist me
to stop loving you.

At times when I ignore it
and instead look away
towards you
It stares me hard,
starts blabbering abuse
as I keep looking at you.

But at the end of the day
when I am home,
heart-broken
by your indifference,
it reaches me back
wipes my tears
and puts me to sleep
in a blanket of lessons.

That being,
made of reasons.
You told me
(As I laughed at you for
Your draining phone memory)
That you have 7,936 images
Because you photograph everything
You fear losing.
                            I can't help but notice
                            In all our 2,190 days
                            You never took a photo of me,
                            Once;
                           ­ I suppose there isn't room
                            In your memory
                            For me.
March 31, 2016.
 Apr 2016 Pamela Penta
saoirse
and it sounds cliche
but when I told you
I loved you
I meant it, but what
I really meant
was that I'd destroy
everything
in this world for you,
including myself
 Apr 2016 Pamela Penta
Quinn Fox
my legs feel heavy
i am massive but weightless
i am floating and stomping
my heart feels like a brick in my ribcage
the earth beneath me is lifeless
i'm afraid to stay but too cowardly to go back
i am dead and pointless
i am small and invisible
i am tired but destructive
my eyes feel heavy
i am drooping in a similar way
i am close
the tree at my back is hard and sharp
and beckoning
i am fire and air
and i am rendered null by me
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