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Sandra Gibbons Jul 2011
Have you ever felt alone?
All alone like no one’s home.
All alone like no one’s home,
And there never coming back.

They left you there.
They did not care.
They’re never coming back.

The worse part though,
Is that they’re there,
but still you’re all alone.

Because their, there but
They don’t care
and so you’re still alone.

The loneliness will eat you
And chip away your soul,
chip until when you’re with yourself,
still you feel alone.

If you’re alone then why aren’t they?
You’re still around for them!
They don’t deserve you….
no one dose,
and so you cut yourself away…

Have you ever felt alone?
All alone like no one’s home.
All alone like no one’s home…
You’re never coming back.
Sandra Gibbons Jul 2011
It courses through my veins,
and so I let it out.
By now it fills my heart,
I can not scream or shout.

It drips on to the floor.
Is it real? Is it not?
They cancel out each other,
Where do they end?
Where do they start?

The pain that cuts into my arm
cuts across my heart,
it makes the other disappear.
When will it end?
When will it start?

The only thing that makes it better,
seems to be more pain.
And so I slice into myself,
again, again, again.

It never leaves and stays away
It’s always back for more.
What will I do? I can not stop,
It’s always there, it’s in my heart.

And so I lay there,
all alone,
that’s the end,
no one’s home.
i went through a very dark period when i was younger, im much diffrent now, but i wanted to see what kind of feed back i could get on my old dark stuff
Sandra Gibbons Jul 2011
You retreat into the darkness
it’s like a shadow cast by sun,
now you’re in the darkness
and the pain has start to come.

Alone it will consume you,
you do not hear a sound
except for shallow breathing.
The pain is all around.

The voices in your head
Remind you, you’re not dead.
Holding on, but barely there.
You do not know your name.
What happens to you makes no difference,
just a shell to hold the pain.

All you do is wait for the sharpness,
to cut into the pain
because if it’s cut it’s all ok,
you’ll survive another day.

You do not cry.
That’s not allowed,
so to take the tears away…
instead of salt there copper
instead of clear it’s red.

Now you sit there
In a pool, the pool of liquid pain.
It’s been done the tears have come,
and now you move into the sun.

you’ve bared the pain,
the tears,
the rain,
and now you’re in the sun.

but in the sun the pains still there,
a reflection of what’s inside.
You know it’s there,
they do not care,
and so you carry on.

But your shadow will still follow,
chained to you by rage.
One day it won’t control you,
till then you’re in it’s cage.
Sandra Gibbons Jul 2011
I had cried a sea of tears
And began to drown.

Trashing out, Unheard screams
Bubbles filled my lungs.

I long for safety and a home
Not this empty black cavern thats sinking very near.

I look up out of desparation
far above my  pain.

And then black tears turn purple,
indigo,
aqua.
I see a Turtle swiming near.

The sea Turtle I've always wanted
I realse all my fear.

I float upward crowned in a bubbling glow
My sea Turtle loves my bubbles.

And away we go.

— The End —