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Sarah Savannah Oct 2013
breath in
breath out
another day
another dollar

breath in
breath out
continue living
in squalor

breath in*
breath out
terminate your
society scarred thoughts

breath in
breath out
take beauty
for what its not

breath in
...
and hold
...
until
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**stops.
Sarah Savannah Oct 2013
10w
"A wish I'll grant," he whispered.
yet silent,
I remained.
Sarah Savannah Oct 2013
Along this broken path of life I walk.
Stumble I shall...but fall?
and rot.
So again I stand to face the many miles.
Only 16 I've gone...
Yet, still have I, 84 more trials.
Give me at least a hand to hold.
Then maybe I wouldn't feel so alone.
But I know it to be true...
that this broken road was made for me,
not for you.
Sarah Savannah Oct 2013
Scattered are my thoughts
desperately searching for a hold
in this breaking reality
of life so cold

I am me and I will be
so why question things i cannot see?
Anger and pain are all I feel,
yet my face does not show it...
is this even real?

Even from myself I hide,
never shall I confide.

Forever in my heart these dry tears will linger,
for I am simply,
a hopeless thinker.
Sarah Savannah Oct 2013
Into the darkness
I've gone...
and stayed...
for far
too long.

Into the light I've been,
and felt happiness...
deep within
my skin.

Now where do I stand?
Somewhere between,
with one,
in each hand.

Will I fall?
Will I stand tall?

Neither.

Limbo is where I sleep...live, DIE.
and stay...
until I find
a way
*to be me.
Sarah Savannah Oct 2013
The color of her eyes are blue
Every part of your soul they will see through.
Etching an eccentric story of her youth
with this simply and gentle hue

Her favorite color is white
symbolizing purity.
It is the light
that shines on a blank canvas
before her creativity and imagination take flight.

Her blood runs red,
she knows...
for she has bled.
Every shred
of happiness...
had once fled.

While her heart is black,
maybe some color...
will one day come back.

And all these colors
plus many more
combine to create a soul,
a colorful rainbow,
that will let her soar.
Sarah Savannah Oct 2013
Heh! I laugh at my own foolishness!
Now that this is all one ****** up mess...
Thank you for the lies I believed,
My heart you hath took
which I had to retrieve.

I replay everything you once said to me,
And now you have become all you said you'd never be.
UGH!!
FURY and RAGE run through my veins!!
Here I stand in Hell bound flames!

******* *******!!
For all you'll see now is my shadow.

. . . . . . . .

sigh....now these tears simply run dry
rage to hide my pain was my only try.
now that I sit alone...I can cry.
but in front of you,
I'll always lie.

Good riddance I say
and to Hell with you!
I hope she was worth it,
for all this ******* pain you've put me through.

I'm done.
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