Samantha Steele

Samantha Steele Jul 2012

I want drugs

Drugs that make me look ******* fine

I thought I put all of that **** out of my mind

This is another poem that I dont know what to do with, its just been floating around my notebook.

Samantha Steele Jul 2012

Think

My eyes are squeezed shut in an attempt to keep the last of my sanity
I still feel all of my emotions and my minds repeating everything
My mind wont stop and I cant seem to control anything
Nothing goes right and I keep asking him to stop
And he wont and it makes my hands tremble
Im thinking about the sleeping pills
Thinking about taking them
To help me escape
This hell

Samantha Steele Apr 2012

Untitled

My scars were everywhere,

Inside and out.

Painted with razors and words.

This is not all of it, I just don't know how to end it, or how to tittle it.

Samantha Steele Apr 2012

Red

It started with my wrists,
The deep gashes I made

Hands trembling
Scarlet spilling
Tears being made

With out hesitation
Without pause

My blood was spilling
Into the snow
Turning into a black pond

The razors slipped
Slick with blood

Blades falling into the snow
Tinkling like a wind chime
The sound was

DISTANT
and
INNOCENT

And I started going mad
started hearing sounds
started SEEING things

The snow was red,
The rain was red

Everything was red

Samantha Steele Apr 2012

Death March

A death march,

My death march.

Die and be dead.

A death march,

My death march,

Everything was red.

Samantha Steele Apr 2012

Faceless

In a world where everyone in faceless,
Would I be faceless too?

Would I stand out
Or blend into the crowd?

Would you be able to point me out?

This poem goes with one of my drawings, ironically, they are faceless.

Samantha Steele Jan 2012

***?

When she lies
He cries

When he lies
She cries

Sorrow filling the air
The sound of silent weaping

They were once so happy
So content

He told her the truth
She gave him execuses

Wraped in a world of hurt
Eyes leeking liquid

Unable to escape
This spinning wheel of hurt