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DustBall Jan 2015
Death is all around me
So much that
It's soaking into my skin
Permeating my rash existence
Crushing what hope I had
Replacing it with
A helpless feeling
That takes over
Leaving me empty
DustBall Jan 2015
It's perfectly okay
To
feel out of place
To
Want to change yourself
To
Feel alone
And be misjudged
To
Get your heart broken
And break someone else's
To
Have bad luck sometimes
But please don't
Act upon these feelings
In terrible way
Don't hurt yourself
Don't throw yourself away
And make mistakes you could've avoided
Always know someone cares
Even if you're sure that no one does
We can all relate, don't let these feelings get to you.
DustBall Jan 2015
You're the trickle of fear in my sea of doubt
You're the limp in the leg that once wasn't healed
You're the cool in the breeze that makes me shiver
What you are kills me without a sound
You roar and scream
As I pay no attention
Which doesn't mean
What you say bounces off of my skin
It doesn't
It stings and slashes deep
But what can I do, to make you stop?
Nothing
DustBall Jan 2015
You took me for granted
When I was in need
You swore on a promise
You didn't really mean
So you took advantage
Of a person like me
And what did it do for a soul like yours?
DustBall Jan 2015
You only have eyes for him
He's only ever loved you
You fight,  scream,  don't talk
He leaves or you do
But never for good
Twenty years and two children
Love still burns bright and wild
Behind their eyes
You can see it
In the way they speak
And look at each other
The kind of love that lasts
The kind I can only hope for
A poem to my parents
DustBall Jan 2015
Your legs gave out on you
Just as I thought my tear ducts had
Given up on me
But at the sight of you dragging your
Skeletal carcass across the floor
Once again Tears sprung to my eyes
Dampening the cloth of my shirt
As you tumble trying to get to your feet
I try to help
To reason with you
This is not the end
Why won't you listen?
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