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Anonymous Mar 20
Soft sand under my feet soon turns to aching rocks as you keep walking forward
A trail of footprints left behind from every moment you keep walking
The rocks in my feet are harder to ignore when they’re staring right at me
I can’t stop walking or the world will stop spinning
But the rocks grow and my feet bleed
I bleed, and bleed until I bleed no more
Seeping into the rocks which then turn into sand
I’m now a part of the earth that kills me, apart of the nature that should nurture me
Anonymous Mar 20
No longer will I hide in the dark cracks of the world we live in
The shadows that lurk beneath my skull will be ****** out like the marrow in our bones.
No longer will I cry as the screams of life ring in my ears,
Now the ring is the sound of the bells in the night.
It’s as if the world was flipped, turned inside out like my guts.
Guts are something you need, you need to have guts to keep living.
Life comes with knives that are constantly thrown at you,
Shield yourself from the shadows and you can be the light to lead your own path
Do not live to die, live to live

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