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  Sep 2015 Taya
Niveda Nahta
sometimes I want to die.
I want to die to see if anyone
would care
would remember me
for what I was,
what I did,
not for what they knew
about me,
I know my mother would,
but would you?
a question in question..hmm..
Taya Sep 2015
My insides were frozen
my body numb
my heart was broken,
and expression glum

I guess I can thank you for that
After all, you made me this way
It was all because of you
Nobody else to blame

I shed no tears
because you aren't worth them
but as the rain falls to the ground
slides through leaf stems
I realize
the sky is crying for me
the water falling from the fruit tree
  Sep 2015 Taya
Johanna Magdalena
You jumped into the water under the bridge
People watched you fall through the air
I've been haunted by the image
Because I was also there
Holding on the the railing until my knuckles turned white
Screaming your name into the night

You jumped into the water under the bridge
No one understood why
I've been haunted by the image
I've been haunted by you and I
Wasn't what we had enough to make it through
You had nothing to live for, while I was living for you

You jumped into the water under the bridge
The highest one in our town
I've been haunted by the image
Replaying over and over your body falling down
I wish I could have grabbed your hand and held you back
I lost you to the water, cold and black

You jumped into the water under the bridge
One decision can change a life
I've been haunted by the image
Your decision took you up into the skies
I walked past that place today and wished you were here
but you jumped into the water under the bridge
and I watched you fall through the air
This is not a subject people like to talk about, but sadly it is part of the reality today so I wanted to write something..
Copyright @ Johanna Magdalena
  Sep 2015 Taya
Crystal Wright
Ever been so tired that you just don't want to breath?
Ever been so lonely that you want to scream?
Ever been so frustrated that you just don't want to eat?
Ever been so miserable that you make yourself bleed?
Copyright 2015 - Crystal J. Wright
  Aug 2015 Taya
Gudden
I had a hobby,
He left...
Miss you gladiator.
Taya Aug 2015
We battle
we swipe
for hours
upon hours

We battle until
showers fall
upon the flowers

It always ends
in sweat and tears
it's sad to say
this had been
happening for years

My friend once told me,
"he loves you so much,"
I don't think so,
if he loves me
why would he
battle so much?

Then again,
maybe she's right
After all,
what's love without
a little strife?
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