Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 2012
Alone at your funeral
Outside
My breath,
shaky,
and warm.
The wind,
cold,
and heartless.

I saw you by my locker
Days before
My eyes,
diverted,
but stared.

I know your hells
Please don't **** yourself
I know you so well
Just give me the chance to-
And there goes the church bells.

Fragments of you
follow me through
this
****** up school.
I think of 6's and 7's
and I think of you
and if you liked IB
or if you thought it was ****
I wish you could tell me.

Help me, Chalyce.
Cause we're so alike
that it scares me
that I'm going to be
just like you
Cause I can see it happening
it's in my dreams
I die in my dreams
I'm not alive in my dreams
at least I don't cry in my dreams
I'm scared.

How did you make it through your EE?
and CAS?
and did TOK excite you
and remind you of being high
and that smoking is a therapy
and that the world spits out lies
and we know more than we bargained
and it kills us inside?

I'd love to speak to you
one last time

So that's why I stood
in the cold
all alone
because I know you Chalyce
Don't
Let
Go
Dear Chalyce,
Give me a
Point
Proof
Explanation
Give me a demonstration.
Chalyce?
Vivian
Written by
Vivian  24/F
(24/F)   
851
   Marian, --- and Hannah Sabine
Please log in to view and add comments on poems