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Rosie Wisniewski Jun 2013
Cut me open like a knife
And let the words come pouring out
Onto this steel plated table
As you cut it all out
What is this all about?

Watch me bleed out
Never once trying to stitch me up
Never once holding me
Telling me it'll be okay.

And all the while you told me you'd stay

Please explain to the next one
Why it's so **** hard to hold on
Why it's so **** hard to let go
When you just gave up from the start
Explain to the next one
Exactly what happened to my heart.

Now watch me bleed out
On this table we built with our love
I was naked and bare
Laying, waiting for you to come back
Watch me bleed out as you turn and leave me again

And tell me again and again and again
How it's my fault we're broken and bent...
Tell me again and again that I didn't try
Then look at these cuts, these bruises, these scars
And tell me you didn't help rip me apart...

Cuz you watched me bleed out
Never once trying to stitch me back up
You saw I was dying and you wanted out
Guess I can't blame you
Because I'd do the same
Pack up your things and leave me to blame

And you said all the while that you'd stay...
Rosie Wisniewski May 2013
Where am I going?
How am I doing?
Two questions that have no definite answer
In my world of definites
The pain of not knowing
The indescribable uncertainty of future
And the painful truths of the past
And the undeniably unstable quakes of the present
Racked with uncertainty
Thought spinning and whirling
Around
Around
And around my mind
Making me dizzy
Sick with thought
Stricken by fear
Until there's nothing to do but fall down.

When down on the ground
Where is there to go but up?
Be content with the cold hard ground
Or rise up to your knees
Baby steps
The road to recovery
Gravity fights and tries to knock you back down
The floor starts to look a little better
It pulls you down
Temptations arise
They won't be the reason for my demise
Back on my feet is where I'll be
Give it time
Where will I be?
How will I be?
We'll have to wait and see.
Rosie Wisniewski May 2013
Little girl
So shy and scared
Why can't you see there's nothing there.

Under your bed and in the closet
The monsters you say are there
The monsters that have you so scared.

Run and hide in your mind
The thing causing you this fear
For the monsters were never there.

The monsters of your mind
Nothing to fear you will find
To the corners of your mind the monster will be confined.

One day you'll know
The things the world has to show
The one day where you grow.

The monsters in your mind will always be easy to find
Monsters that take many forms and all kinds
Doubts and insecurities messing with your mind.

Monsters are never hard to find.
Rosie Wisniewski May 2013
Bathroom floor
White tiles
Cold surface
Comfort in the strangest of places
In order to experience life
You must experience the bathroom tiles against your skin
As you tears fall onto the white surface
Until you view the bathroom lights from a different angle
You haven't experience life.

Until you've seen the inside of your toilet bowl
Because you've drank so much
Just to mask the feelings you don't want to feel
Until you can see your tears ripple the water
You haven't experienced life.

Until you've sat on the edge of your bathtub
Tapping your foot nervously on the floor
That cold white tile of your bathroom floor
Developing that friendship with your floor
Knowing the cold comfort it can give
As your tears fall to the floor
There is life.
Rosie Wisniewski May 2013
Broken and bruised I stand before you
Tattered and split I held my heart in my hands
Turning blue and cold my eyes focused down
My heart hardening to my soul
Broken and bruised I stood before you
Words spoken through a damaged heart
Feelings of a wounded soul
A broken heart and a twisted mind
Twisted through the lies of another
Broken by the actions of the other
Cracks in desperate need of repair
Blemishes and no one cared
Cracks along the surface travelling deeper than most can see
If you look correctly, you could see right through me.

You've seen right through me
And I can't deny
That these feelings are truly mine
Not needing to hide or to find the right time
These feelings are mine
What a wonderful thing
When you can let your heart sing
The sorrows of the past and the joys of the future
Makes you think that there might be a cure
For the tears that have been shed
It just might be worth the hit
Because I know when I open my eyes
These feelings are truly mine.

Beaten down and battered
Words condemned me and now liberate
All it took was an emotional quake
Brief moments of panic and pain
All needed to keep me sane
At least I once thought...

My vision is clear
The end is not near
For me but, for you the end is here, I fear
So, my dear
Expelled from my life
No longer can you cause me strife
Your words hurt like a knife
And choked me until there was no life
Now my vision is clear
And my end is not near.

I stand here licking my wounds
Battered and torn
Broken and bent
Tattered and shred
Sewing myself together with needle and thread
Finding warmth to bring the pink to my lips
Sailing your ships
No longer wanted, no longer needed.

Broken and bruised I stood before you.
Rosie Wisniewski May 2013
The man in the hat always stares
The man in the hat is always there
The man in the hat holds the key
Under his hat, no one can see
Everyone is looking at me
The man in the hat is there
Can't you see?

Here in a pinch and gone in a flash
How long are these supposed to last?
Who knew it was this late?
I always lose track when I hallucinate.

Am I crazy or are you?
Keep staring, it's nothing new
But, have you seen the man in the hat?

No one ever sees the man in the hat
But, on my bedside he sat
Plain as day, clear as crystal
He sat there by my side

They say a sickness and I say a blessing
Someone there is all I've needed
And now the man in the hat is here
I am well now, my dear.
Nothing left to fear
My man in the hat is here.
I wrote this by putting myself in someone elses' shoes. I don't have any sort of hallucination disorder.
Rosie Wisniewski May 2013
As the sun sets

My body I lay to rest

After years of pain

I lay it all to rest

I rest the hatred and the demise

The jealousy and the pain

Rest now dears

Rest now so the sun can shine

And feed the gardens of my life

Let the sun set on the pain

So on my life, the sun can rise.
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