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My name is Erin
and i was *****
at the age of 7

it has taken me
14 years of my life
for those 13 words to escape
my hollow mouth

the only questions i come to now
is why
why lock me in that room
why take everything from me
my innocence
my purity
my childhood

in that room
where my family trusted you
where i trusted you
the night terrors i have to this day
still haunt my mind

like a never ending
drive in movie that plays
over
and
over
only the moon in the night sky
isnt made to be found here
there is no light in these terrors

i cant sleep this time of year
because every time i do
its you
in that room
locking the door
shutting the windows
******* me
yelling at me
every single night
i close my eyes

it has taken me 14 years
to accept the fact that i was taken by you
i have been numb ever since
left in the dust
rotting away at the core
thinking i was nothing
thinking i deserved nothing
because you took everything

but not anymore
i will recover from this
i am strong enough
i believe in myself
i believe in my own happiness
and i promsie
that when i have children one day
i will never ever let them rot at the core
i will find happiness
the darkness will not take over this time
When I was younger, I used to think I was going to be a Star.
Under a spotlight where everyone knew my name...
I was five.

Now, I want shadows and to be as far away as possible.
Hidden and far from consequence,
And even further from myself.
Where my name is not a name,
But just another word without any true meaning.

When I was younger, I used to think I was going to be a Star.
Now, I want to disappear.

I should have jumped overboard when I had the chance.
You there,
You're wondering about the point of this?
So there's no miscommunication,
I speak solely for myself
Hoping that in doing so I might reach someone else
Who's felt the following pains:
Love, Misery, Maladjustment
Isolation, Desperation, Persecution
Or generally entirely displaced
The scars on the parts of me still human
Have been marked many times in skin
I can't be the first,
I can't!
(Scared now, punk?)
I can't be the last,
I can't!
(Scared now, punk?)
I'm afraid the love I know I share with others
is going to die beneath a steel sky to bullets
(Scared now, huh?)
bang, bang, the bullets of the money hungry
cash cows who with all the power won't break
(Scared now, spider?)
out of the system continuously stomping
humanity down to its absolute lowest low
(Scream.)
before we meet!
Speak my name:

Thalia Spider the Singer of a Sorrow,
The Hope in Despair for the Posterity of
The Human Tomorrow

The Fool in Love
The Honesty, The Justice

The Broadcast Awaiting Signal Return

The Broken Verse of the Hurt and the Hollowed

You are me.
I am you.
Reflection complete.
No fear to follow.
If you enjoy my stories, thank you for the support.
There would be no me without you.
I want to live for love. I want to live for art.
In you I've found the perfect place for me to rest my heart.
Your stories were my inspiration for Mark 1 through 3
I dream of a future where you'll be awaiting what's in store
So if you enjoy the company, readjust for comfort.
Here comes more.
everything in life is changing
so how could we find
a stable answer
to a changing thing

there's so many layers of uncertainty
but what we can do
for sure
is live the best lives
we can
within our means
and be fearless
and loving
because we will be back
someday
after all the chaos and darkness
we will be back
a 27 year old stranger's wisdom
You were always reaching.
Even as a child, you stretched your arms skyward
You tugged at loose threads and string
Let yourself unravel, tucked into nests by  birds

Even now, you still yearn
Reaching for something invisible and miles away
Your rose-tinted eyes haven't learned
That as long as you love, the ache won't ever go away
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