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Amelia Jo Anne May 2013
The massacre occurs inside myself
I've been compulsively pushing the self-destruct button for years
I am not an endless cycle
What I subtract, I don't regain
But I am decreasing, becoming slowly more deceased
By my own hand my heart is flayed, flogged, quartered, disemboweled
The contents of myself spilling out
In a gory unheaval
Onto parchment
I hold meek dominance over myself
A small teacup in hand while I am dying
jennifer ann Aug 2014
apreciate the world for all of its beauty,
& please dont dwell on all of the negativity,
eventhough society is cruel and ugly,
please remember my love, that you are lovely.

you're too young, to be so broken down and sad.
dont let bad people, make you feel so bad.

& i know, you have a million scars on your broken
heart, but its time to let it go, dont let toxic people tair you apart, its time to move on, be strong and let yourself grow.

lifes too short and too precious,
time flys by far too fast, dont destroy your
future, dwelling on your troublesome past.
hug more, fight less.
relax, and dont stress.
live every day like its going to be your last.

if i had a time machiene.
these are the things that i would tell myself.
at the age of seventeen.
Lovelust Jan 2016
Looking out to the night sky,
Feeling the breeze rush across my face,
Standing on the edge again,
I feel as if I want to fade,
While my name is still unknown,
I don't want to be another machiene,
For other people to dictate,
Because it is my life,
My choices,
Not society or friends,
Or my family to decide,
This isn't a leap of faith,
Its a jump of serenity.

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