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  Dec 2014 lost in thought
Beaux
Hey it's me. Uh I was just calling to say I'm sorry
I know it's late and I know I'm an idiot for ever letting you go, but um,
Without you my life has a hole that can't be filled with anything else
The moon smiles at me as the stars dim out
They could never shine as bright as your eyes, but without you they have no reason to glow
At night the darkness is a cloak, it wraps me up trying to offer comfort
But only with you beside me could I ever be warm again
I've become a shell of the boy you once knew
I no longer have a reason to smile, My eyes have lost their glow, My laugh is dry from under use
I know I was never the prince you wanted or the good guy you needed, but things are different now
I'll hold your hand when you get scared, Hold you whether you need it or not, Be your shoulder to cry on
I guess what I want to say is,
*Baby I love you
For Ms.Rosie Pleasure, my reason to fight
  Dec 2014 lost in thought
Beaux
You see
My skin
My face
My size
My hair
My legs
You judge by
My color
My cleft lip
My larger than life style
My single leg
You single me out
You spread rumors
That I steal
That I'm ugly
That I eat 6 meals a day
That I'm pathetic
You judge me by my appearance
MLK had a dream
A dream that his four children
Would not be judged by the color of their skin
But the content of their character
That dream hasn't been lived
I am labeled
I am judged
He gets arrested
She kills herself
She's anorexic
He.
He writes this poem
He brings a voice to this world
He says you don't want to be judged
As much as you judge
You don't want to face the end of that stick
It is laced with poisons
He is still here
Talk to me if you need it
My brother walked in saw I was crying said

It's okay sister X-mas is only 4 hours away. Merry Christmas!

So I punched him the stomach and said

Get off me you little brat!! You don't ******* care and it's not a Merry ******* Christmas!!

He just sat and stared at me and said

Santa will make it better I promise

I just looked at him and said

Santa doesn't exist... Now get out

He got up started crying and left my room.

I slammed the door shut locked it and grabbed my knife,
Then I looked on my dresser and saw what he left me:

I know things have been hard and I've been really mean and said some really mean things to you. I'm sorry *****, I love you very much.
Just please don't cut anymore I don't want you to cut too deep and die.
I would die if I never got to see you again.
I love you with all my heart, Merry Christmas!
Love, Layne.


I put my knife down and went to find him, but he was already in bed.
I feel so bad!! My 11 year old brother was trying to make me feel better and I pushed him away. I think I broke my Brother.
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