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Wolfey May 2013
Paint the canvas black and call it good.
Slowly kiss me goodbye.
When the sun shines, I will be gone.
No more midnight calls, endless playtime.
I will soon be dust, just like the rest of the broken hearts..
Wolfey May 2013
Purple was my favorite colour as a little girl.
It was probably every little girls SECOND colour.
I always thought pink was too girly
and too happy.
I liked purple because it was bolder,
manlier.
But ever since Justin Bieber's favorite colour is now purple...
Purple will never be my favorite colour again.
Wolfey May 2013
Come closer.
Your green and hazel eyes bright in the suns reflection.
Hold my hand and kiss it gently.
Tell me that you've had enough.
Of our love..
I love the way your smile bursts into starlight
The way your laugh makes the lights on the door light up!
The way my fingers feel when they run through your blonde soft hair.
I love the way you hug me tight,
you don't care when I don't let go.
The way your body fits perfectly with mine
I can't say I love you.
But you can say you adore me.
The way your lips trace the outline of mine.
Your hands gripping my body as if your were molding a clay body of me.
Your large hands wrap around my small ones.
I love you.
You Adore me.
Wolfey May 2013
I'll never be able to fit in the outside world.
It's not something I want to be part of.
I'd rather stay inside,
listen to music and write.
My broken heart hates to see the light of day.
It's dark inside..
No one to make conversation with.
No cars to drive next to.
I can't forget my way home if I'm already there...
The sun can't shine through and
burn my eyes.
There's no reason for me to get up.
No reason to get up and say 'let's go out'
If I go outside,
I will see the world that I once knew.
The world that now is a crazy house.
That's crumbling
and destroying itself piece by piece.
I can't go outside.
It will just tear me apart even more.
Wolfey Mar 2013
Talking to shadows that race across your ceiling.
The only company you have these days.
Take a whiff of Jack just to get that rushing feeling.
You go through your day in a phase.

Your dying slowly, but it goes unnoticed.
Your not supposed to be seen.
Heard.
Or acknowledged at the least.
Your a nobody remember?
Your just a pathetic beast.
Wolfey Mar 2013
Lay upon the shallow earth.
Listen to the beat of its heart
Figure out what it's worth.
As your two worlds part.
Wolfey Mar 2013
Do you know what it's like to not be able to look at a sharp object without thinking of the pain it could give you?
To slightly press your nails into your skin when you feel anxious?
Just urning for a blade?
Maybe bleach?
Just something relieving.
I know.
I can't go one day without thinking of the razor.
I feel like my senses are high and ready when I hear scissors cutting paper.
Wonder what they'd be like cutting my skin ..
I don't want this mind you know.
It's just the way I think.
Some may call me crazy or* emo
*But I'm jut Destinee.
Looking for a way to feel something.
Wanting the reminder that I am a human being and I can still feel.
Can't I ..?
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