A dark black wolf, the color of midnight, runs through a path of deep woods. The sky is eerily clouded as you can still see every star and the bright full moon. An open patch in the tree tops allows some light of the moon to shine through upon the swifly moving dark figure.
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True Story – Suicidal thoughts -my LIfE
It All Started When I Was About 13 and in the 8th grade . ..i Was growing up alot faster then alot of the other girls so i looked like i was about 16 or 17. I Wanted to go out ALL the time. i had friends alot older then me and boyfriends that were… Continue reading True Story – Suicidal thoughts -my LIfE
Hanging Pain
It crosses my mind everyday The pain inside is locked away What if that lock should crack and break? The pain inside would fill the place It would overcome all my fears
Pain Tolerance
I remember the Arguement as vivdly as the screen infront of me. I remember the power of his voice blasting through my ears like a black night swarming over a beautiful day. And I remember the force of his hand slamming against my body. I remember the pain that shot through my body, the shocks… Continue reading Pain Tolerance
despair to the tenth
roses are red violets are blue blood pours from my ears and darkness fills me too
“You Hate Me..I love you….”
I hear of all the hatred things you said I wonder how dare I still miss you when you are absoulutely against my existence As the helpless nothing I am.. I ponder the thought of you I think of how nothing ever seems to change I only live to see your presence, Though words we… Continue reading “You Hate Me..I love you….”
What its Like
My ears start to throb I hear his foot steps downstairs Thump, thump, thump I hear him coming up the stairs I start to cry silently I pray to God with all my heart that dad is sober My father starts to scream “Samantha didnt I tell you o do the freaking dishes?” I close… Continue reading What its Like
My Self-portrait
As I see the sad twinkling eyes, I think of the years gone by I remember how my hair used to be one color. Before I got it dyed I see the scars on my arms Those scars are the souveniers They proved my hates and my fears The cat the dog the razorblade Brings… Continue reading My Self-portrait
Inside of oblivion
It was silent. Perhaps chose to be. Which drifted into several strings of thought. It expanded, condensed and removed itself from our plane of existence. Fell forward in its state of airless flight, screaming. Screaming my name out of oblivion into this fragile world. It wanted me to come to it. To find a way… Continue reading Inside of oblivion
Forsaken Angel
Tear off my wings For I cannot fly Bring death unto me For I deserve to die What I have done Is unforgivable I have broken a heart And murdered a soul Open my chest Bury your hate in my heart Don’t be afraid For I never shall part This hell here on earth Is… Continue reading Forsaken Angel