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 Jul 2013 Zoella
hue cloud
the end
 Jul 2013 Zoella
hue cloud
her life
              s
             p
            i
              r
            a
              l
            e
              d
out of control
she clings tight to whatever happiness she has
her palms sweat from holding on
she begins to slip
her wide eyes glance down
she sees crowds of people watching
no one is ready to catch her

slipping from her happiness
she tumbles away from life
she comes to the end of her fall
as she hits the stone floor
she takes one last look at her life

pain
misery
thats all she sees
blackness overcomes her
then comes a white light
she begins to float softly into the white oblivion

she made it out
she is free
happiness stretches
as far the eye can see
 Jul 2013 Zoella
a m a n d a
(grow a pair)

a battle rages
                                 (a war as old as humanity)

enemies most terrible
                life against life

life unveiled
    sharp
       raw
burdensome
(battle is difficult)
your unveiling is your
very freedom
     your truth
    your armor

yet it leaves you
n a k e d
               unguarded
o p e n to strike
             and enemy attack
you bleed
        so easily
you see
      so far into the future
     you *feel

all things with such intensity    

-

veiled life
metallic shine
        glints off your armor
you cannot be so
easily struck...so easily bled    
                    but your senses are dulled        

reason can be ignored
         sight can be blurred
and life can be lived in
a state of numb
satisfaction                

-

i am of the unveiled
since my beginning
and to my end

yet battles rage on
despite my feeling                            
that i can't *possibly

                   get any closer to the edge
that my brain can't handle                  
anymore notions of this world.

but what keeps rising to my throat
and threatening to sting my eyes
is this

what i want to know of this universe i cannot know.
my most deeply held wishes are impossible.
my desires matter to no one but myself.
whatever i love will be taken from me.
everyone i love will be taken from me.
i can be taken from myself.
 Jul 2013 Zoella
phantasmal
worth
 Jul 2013 Zoella
phantasmal
you're worth much more
than cigarette smoke
the hazy high
of a drug

you're worth much more
than ***** shots
and the cuts that
marr your skin

you're worth much more
than falling tears
the quiet,
wrecking sobs

you're worth much more
than broken glass
the cutting,
harsh cold words

- - -

you're worth much more
than a fraying rope
and dangling legs
over a fallen stool
 Jul 2013 Zoella
Zarria Rourke
I could not get out of bed today, my dear
I tried
I really did
My my body wouldn't let me
My mind was sore
My heart, heavy

But I'll be ok tomorrow, my dear

I could not have food today, my dear
I tried
I really did
My mouth was sick
It didn't open
My body wouldn't let me

But I'll be ok tomorrow, my dear


I could not cry today, my dear
I tried
I really did
But my eyes were empty
My soul was sad
My body, finished

But I'll be ok tomorrow, my dear


I could not live today, my dear
I tried
I really did
My heart was heavy
My mind was sick
Im sorry

But I won't be here tomorrow, my dear

— The End —