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Ashtyn Burk May 2014
She scars on her body,
scars on her heart.
They bleed for him,
But he was too blind to see.
While he picked the **** over her,
He breaks her even more.
Her love for him was rejected,
By his ignorance.
While she sits in her room heartbroken,
He's out partying with ****.
She's planning suicide,
He's  doing drugs and having a good time.
She swollows a bottle of pills,
While he sniffs a line of coke.
She's slowly dying,
He's  slowly feeling alive.
She's dead the next morning.
He went to school and find out about her suicide,
He  was starting to wishes was there for her last night but he was too stupid getting high
They found her note the day before her funeral,
She told him that she love him.
At her funeral, everyone came.
People who were never there for her, acted like they were.
Later on he realized his feelings for her,
You loved her.
But it's too late.
He now has scars on his heart too.
{~A.T.B~}
Indigo Morrison Apr 2014
I am your safe word
Say it however silent you need to
I am your calm when unsteady hands shake
We are too torn for the light we are trying to ignite in each other
I fancy your beautiful
I will soothe the trembles in your mind even when she is standing next to you
She can't see you
Stop trying to show her the broken bits that I have crafted for my silver lining
I see your scars
And I am trying to embody to you what it is they mean to me
I love you
It came, it came out
Like waterfalls, like rainstorms, like hearts leaking not yet ready for touch
You're fragile
And I love you
I am not sorry
I will never be sorry
I love you
I am where you are free, this here is your truth
And you are trying to run away from me
I am not scared of your light
You are made, crafted, pieced together from remnants of the sun
I did not mean to fly so close to you
I am not trying to end as Icarus does
I am not willing to let us ruin me.
This piece is an unfinished story of two people I care for dearly, whose story I am attempting to put to paper.... Hopefully there will be more to come from this.
lost girl May 2014
"You have such a bright future ahead of you young lady."
Yeah, college then working until you die is just great!

"A young girl like you has nothing to be sad about."
Am I not supposed to feel?

"You're such a beautiful young lady."
Yeah, but the scars on my wrists aren't.

(a.d)
unwritten May 2014
The light shines down
On your pale face
And outlines your vulnerable lips
With a heavenly glow,
And bathes your pleading eyes
With pure light.

You look away,
Afraid,
Because you know that the light
Has always revealed your scars,
Your flaws,
Your imperfections.

But I simply laugh
And think
How lucky the sun is
To be so close to someone like you.

(a.m.)
old poem, couldn't think of anything new to write.
Ellie Geneve May 2014
I held your hand
strongly, yet softly.

My fingers, were wrapped around yours
Together, they slid back and forth.

At times,

My nails pierced your skin,
as you tried hold my hand within

I'm a danger to you,
and so I've always been
Colette May 2014
I got mad,
made suicidal tweets on twitter,
then I get a notification.

You, a friend who I haven't talk to for a long time,
direct messaged me,
and ask me if I was alright.

I felt happy in that moment,
that someone cared.
And that someone was you.

You called me after,
assured that I do not harm myself.
We talked for an hour and i never felt so happy.

Thank you,
for calling me,
Thank you for listening.

If you hadn't,
I would have scars and,
My demon would have been dancing in happiness tonight.
A special poem to a old guy friend who I haven't been in contact for a long time. Thank you for saving me tonight.
Riptide May 2014
I hope my words
Cauterise all your scars
Strobing light your way
I don't think strobing is an actual word but I'm utilizing my poetic license.
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