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Jan 2019
Fake yet pretty
Skinny but anorexic
Killer body sore ribs

Ribs sticking out
Cheek bones only hidden by skin
Spine so visible

Visible like the pain from your past
Visible like the the sadness locked inside your eyes
You run hoping for an escape
Nothing but ropes hang
Telling you this is the way out
This is everything your heart hopes and dreams of
Take this easy exit

Exit life
Leave everything and everyone
Let it all go and put the rope around your neck
Say your goodbyes while it gets ready to **** you
Look at the waste looking in the mirror

Mirrors show your pain
The person looking back at you
The one who holds no emotion
The one who isn't living

Live life as a trapped soul
No longer whats real or fake
No longer aware of what is yet to come
What awaits your arrival

Arrival to a dark place
So deep inside your mind
Closing yourself off
Shutting down completely
No longer being able to come to reality

Reality, a place you no longer know
What is real, what is fake?
What haunts the dreams you once cherished

Cherished veins filled with the lady
The lady makes everything okay
Maybe the needle with help me later

Later the clock will strike nine
They'll rush home
Maybe find me?
Swinging back and forth with a smile plastered to my face
Maybe happiness will ring through the house
Maybe just maybe
Could we still be free
Will the demons awake

Awake in the dark night
Shivers cover your body
He's here isn't he?
Sweet demon
Take me in
Show me home
Walk me through the gates of hell
Hope
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Hope  17/F
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