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Layla Thurman Sep 2014
I was born
Pen in hand
Mind torn
Between heaven and land

I wrote of the sky
But dreamed of the grass
Okay was a lie
Days would pass

Indifferent suffering
Words written in ink
Wrists would be bleeding
Alcohol to drink

I was born
Self destructive
Yet despite what I've sworn
I continue to live

Because you make
Me feel better
for loves sweet sake
I write poems like letters

All for you

Because I never knew
How beautiful a lake could be
Until I looked in eyes of blue
Then I knew, you were the key.
Layla Thurman Sep 2014
Im tired of lighting cigarettes
when I really just want to light my insides on fire.
Im tired of kissing boring boys and girls.
Because love is too much for me to handle
Im tired of drinking 20 cups of black coffee
hoping the caffeine will stop my heart.
Im tired of taking white and blue pills, white lines, shots of ***** and **** rips to hold me over for a couple hours.
Im really tired of shaking between highs, head between my knees, breaking into a cold sweat.
Truth is, Im tired of living
Because life just isn't worth it anymore.
Layla Thurman Sep 2014
Cigarettes will stain
but not as much
as the ones you left on me

Razor blades will cut
but not as deep
as the wounds you've given me

For no pain
or suffering
can have an impact like you
Layla Thurman Sep 2014
I could bend over backwards
to make you happy
and you'd still spit in my face

I could spend all my life
trying to please you
and still be standing in the same place

Nothing I've done
has ever made you love me
I'm sorry I'm such a disgrace
Layla Thurman Sep 2014
Look into my eyes
tell me its not real
I can't bear to cry
not in front of you
so please darling
won't you take me
in your arms
and kiss me
just one more time
so that I know
I'm still yours
and that this is not
*goodbye
Layla Thurman Sep 2014
I used to believe
you took my breath away
but now I've realized
all you did
was suffocate me
Layla Thurman Sep 2014
You act like it's hard to love you
But darling it isn't true
Because loving you is child's play
And I do it myself every single day
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