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 Sep 2015 Sara Rain
Emily Urban
listen, you were never gentle or caring, you were a ******* whirlwind of ******* and false feelings, you killed pieces of me that I was too naïve to even understand, what a tragedy right?, I viewed you as a god.. but in reality you were only a guy who was trying just as hard as I was trying to keep breathing, you were full of big words and enchanting theories of why we're even here on this earth, but I was blind to the fact that you were hurt. God, when I finally stopped viewing you on a **** pedestal everything became clearer, boy it was so blurry until someone turned on the lights, idealizing people is not healthy.. you were not healthy. But I tasted ***** today and it tasted like you, not because it made me warm and fuzzy or made me feel new but because it tasted sweet at first and then burned my throat, and left me needing an antidote, looks like we're both unhealthy, also I remember when the first time we talked everything went quiet, it was like having earplugs in but all I could hear was you, everything went away for a second. Is that love? If that is, why did I wake up choking on the air you couldn't give me? Love is so strong in the end you die from it?
 Sep 2015 Sara Rain
Emily Urban
Help
 Sep 2015 Sara Rain
Emily Urban
It's so simple; nothing on this god forsaken bouncy ball can save us, except for those who make us believe we're breathing
 Sep 2015 Sara Rain
emily
fallen raindrops resting upon petals
do not even begin to describe
the pools that form on my pillow
or the wells found in my eyes.
enough tears have escaped me
to form a small sea,
yet I remain the puddle
under the shadiest oak
wishing to evaporate,
and become one with the sky,
a single droplet in its endless stretches,
but far too sheltered to do so.
when the cold spells come
all I can do is freeze over,
every atom of my being trapped in ice,
shut off from the rest of the world,
and only noticeable
when someone slips and finds themselves
embedded in me,
always in my sharpest points.
I pierce through them
as easily as predator through prey,
maybe inevitable
but no less gruesome.
they struggle to escape,
but only succeed in numbing their body
and leaving jagged cuts
where I have broken through.
when it warms
I should be able
to return to my fluid state,
but I eternally remain semi-thawed,
with a shattered top layer
and frozen depths not even the ocean can fathom.
the sun does not reach me
the way it once did
and its rays constantly feel subdued,
overpowered by the icy winds
that surround me no matter the temperature.
and so I remain an element,
maybe the one most vital
to my existence as a mortal,
yet can never escape
the strength of its solid clutches.
you told me I was ice, but all I really am is frozen water.
 Sep 2015 Sara Rain
G
Transparency
 Sep 2015 Sara Rain
G
There's nothing worse
than feeling transparent
In a world
that stigmatizes
the thoughts


**that radiate from the dark.
 Sep 2015 Sara Rain
Danni Rae
Living my life in dark patches of blue and grey,
when it could be bright pinks and the color of a clear blue day.
Hiding who I am, to protect the reality I am in,
uncomfortable and struggling within my own skin.
Black splotches in my head run with bright yellow lines of worry,
the rest covered in bad memories and red rage and fury.
I'm like a  bad ending in a great book,
Dissapointing, and no longer worth the look.
I'm tired of finding myself on the bathroom floor covered in blood.

I'm tired of never having the strength to put the blade down.

I'm tired of letting people walk in and out of my life as they choose.

I'm tired of knowing exactly when the hot tear will finally leave my eye and roll down my cheek.

I'm tired of being tired, so something has to change.

— The End —