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 Dec 2014 Tide Islands
Alexis
Kind,
Shy, funny man,
Did the best that he can,
To raise me to be what I am,
Beautiful baby girl,
Smiling every second,
What everyone wants in the world
Years pass,
Daddy always there,
Doing the best he can,
Raising me to be the way I am
Beautiful baby girl,
A baby no more,
Middle school,
Troubled;
Diminished smile,
Daddy where are you?
No reply
Daddy's soul has left his eyes
No more doing what he can to raise me how I am,
Doing what he can,
To stop the voices in his head
Searching for cameras,
In the walls,
Paranoia controls his all,
Delusions
President,
Police,
Mom,
Everyone out to get him,
Stumbling upon his daughters sketchbook,
Sketch unfinished;
Headless body
Voices,
Convincing to be dismembered,
Out to get him;
Dismember him,
Paranoia growing,
Irritability as well,
Mommy a victim,
Strangled, breathless,
By a body with no soul
Life flashes amongst her eyes,
Children being married,
Awakes,
Escapes,
Daddy's alone,
In a mental home
Not for long,
Returns with medicine to fix the harm
Daddy?
Void of soul replaced
Stability,
Daddy regained,
Medicine disposed,
Voices grow,
They're going to **** me,
The 9th,
Facing doom,
Departure to a highway overpass,
Aimlessly walking,
The edge
Concerned bystandards,
Authorities called,
Shouting,
Scared,
No way out,
A fall,
A crash,
Daddy,
Is dead.
The story of the loss of my father from schizophrenia and suicide. I'm hoping to raise awareness to mental illness, if you or anyone you know is struggling with mental illness please be there for them, & pursue them to seek treatment. I would hate for the heartbreak of another beautiful life to be reaped from such crippling illness.
Most girls who get bullied,
are bullied by other girls.
It's a harsh kind of thing,
The words and the looks,
And when they ignore you.
They pull your hair and take your things.
They might even hit you.

The one who bullies me,
is a guy, so much bigger than me.
Intimidating and he knows it.
He plays with my mind,
Shoving me against lockers
like he's going to hurt me
But he walks away.

I'm left to make sense of his words,
And stop the shaking,
Sometimes, I wish he would hit me,
At least then, I would know what he's doing.
I don't know what he wants,
But he says some frightening things,
I'm afraid he might make good on his promises.
Some phrases from a journal entry before it happened.
 Dec 2014 Tide Islands
JWolfeB
Bird
 Dec 2014 Tide Islands
JWolfeB
We are birds, plucking each others feathers
Complaining about reasons we can't fly
Tearing each part of each other off
Allowing us to come together as equals
Naked, afraid, and without hope
 Dec 2014 Tide Islands
WickedHope
Why       don't       you*       love       me       anymore?
I      understand       why      other     people      don't
,
*But                                  you                                  did
O                         n                         c      ­                   e.
 Dec 2014 Tide Islands
Joe Cole
I left my broken heart in a box outside your door
But you left it in the freezing rain
Each widening crack as the ice seeped in
Led to one more nightmare
Another shattered dream
We had it all my darling
At least I thought it so until my money ran out
Then it was my time to go
Is that truly what it was all about
You had everything you ever wanted
Until the cash ran out
So was that all you wanted
The good life I once could give
You said you truly loved me
That I was the reason that you lived
Now my shattered heart lies outside your door
Frozen by the bitter winds
And each and every lonely night
My sleep is haunted by one more shattered dream
This is well outside my comfort zone but I had to try it
 Dec 2014 Tide Islands
Joe Cole
WHY
 Dec 2014 Tide Islands
Joe Cole
WHY
Old bent and broken
Like some worn out shoe
Why!! Where did I go wrong, what did I do?
I served my country, paid all my dues
Now all I have left is this worn threadbare suit
For the next few hours I'll just wander the streets
Find an empty doorway, have a few hours sleep
Food! Well at my age a littles enough
A few discarded chips or a hard stale crust
I think of my comrades who gave up their lives
Now I wish I'd died with them
Beside them to lie
Its not my fault that I've grown tired and old
But who's going to mourn me
As my body grows cold
This is an edited version of something I wrote a long time ago and is written for all the ex servicemen who will be spending this Christmas hungry and cold in a shop doorway

Reposted for Steve  Reimer, Mark Cleavenger and all who have seen the bitter truth
I loved you a lot
I still do
But my words to you are cruel
You beg for me to stay
I'll try to ignore you at school
But my eyes can't drift away
I want to keep your heart
I want you to keep mine
This poison is tearing me apart
A gun shot to the spine
I won't leave
I promised forever and always
No more tricks up my sleeve
I'll love you for the rest of my days
I've got a war in my mind
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