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354 · Dec 2014
Athazagorphobia
Sam Dec 2014
As I walk through the halls I meet eyes with a friendly face.
As I walk up to greet them, they don't notice me. It's as if
they don't see or recognize me. I say their name and they ask
we know each other. " Is this some kind of joke?" I say. "Come
on, we've known each other for years." They act as if they don't
know what I'm talking about. My stomach starts to hurt, and
my  breathing is uneasy. I see some of my other friends and
I head over to ask if they know who I am. They have no idea
what I'm talking and act like I'm some crazy person. I start to
panic and fall to my knee's. Tears start to run down my face.
People walk by and ask others if they know who I am. No
one recognizes me.
It's my greatest fear come true, and I have know idea what to do.
305 · Dec 2014
Scars
Sam Dec 2014
The shadows on the walls lurk about through the night.
I try to control my fear, and not let them get to me.
I try my hardest to not let them in but their voices break through.

The fear and pain I feel gets to me and I can't take it no longer.
I go to my dresser and dig through it trying to find the one thing
to fight the shadows back.
I pull out a blade and cut through each one.

Blood drips on the floor and I forget about the pain for now.
From each battle with the shadows I have scars that mark my body.
These scars won't fade away now because they've gone right to my soul.

I'll hide these scars from the world. No one shall know how I truly feel.
294 · Dec 2014
Imagination
Sam Dec 2014
I get Home and go to my room, tears running down my face. I lay down and put on some music trying to forget the pain. After a while my vision blurs and I fall into a deep sleep.
While I sleep I wake up in a different world then the one I left. I'll venture from the place I awaken and take a look around out of curiosity. I'll have no idea how long I was in this world, whether it be 1,2, or 3 hours of time. It's not like how long it's been will bother me. As long as I'm happy there I don't really care.
I finally wake to my name being called. Tears are stained on my face but it's not like it matters to me. If anything I can just go back to my imaginary world.
219 · Dec 2014
Love?
Sam Dec 2014
How come when I show my love to you I feel pain?
And how come I feel happy yet I'm on the verge of tears?

Love. It is like no emotion I've felt before.
It is confusing and yet so beautiful.

— The End —