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with your teeth, you left bruises
but I wish they were scars
so I could keep you on me
for the rest of my existence
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If Insanity's doing something again and again
expecting different results every time
then lock me up, dear, for I'm afraid that I've been
insane all along, trying to make you mine

but I see now where the mistake was hidden
I've simply been out of my mind
© 2013 Jene'e Patitucci
"You're difficult to love." Who says these things? Like swinging on a broken swing or swimming in an empty sea. Any place you don't leave is a prison, and you left me like the breath of your very last sentence.
I'm flying; I'm beautiful.
I'm soaring; but I am not free.
Nor do I wish to be.

I'm falling; I'm miserable.
I'm slipping down, down, down.
I am not free.
Nor do I wish to be.

It's time you told me, and stopped this agony.
It's time you put your arms around me, and soothed my soul.
Please don't set me free.
I have miss you
miss you with all
      my heart.
Death
Such a small word.
Though;
filled with so much power.
Power
Everyone wants it.
Some get it.
Few severly abuse it.
Abuse
It hurts.
It kills.
Many simply turn the other cheek.
They choose not to help.
Help
Everyone needed it.
No one gave it.
No one ever even offered.
They were too scared.
Scared**
Scared of death.
Scared of the power.
Scared of being abused.
And terrified to offer any help.
Written in my world history class. But I feel it relates to so much more than just the holocaust
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