Lost is the one who thought she could. Gone is the one who said that he would. Dead is the one who knew that they should.
By Jasmine Harris2 years ago in Poets
I can see myself bleeding. Is it your fault or mine? There's blood in the sink and it's clogging the drain. Who's hurting this time?
No one can hear me. No one is listening. This isn't how it's supposed to be. I don't want to suffer in silence. There's a darkness growing within.
Strange little footsteps in the hallway. A creaking in the attic. A face in the mirror that I've never seen before. Listen to the screaming.
Look around that room of yours. Tell me, what do you see? Is it the shadows in the corner? Or is it the monsters at your feet?
I won't let you hold me back anymore. It's not worth it to me. It was never worth it to begin with. I'm done wasting my time on you.
Speak to me ever so softly. Whisper sweet nothings in my ear. I want to hear your voice again. I want to have you near me.
I've been thinking about the little things that used to bring me down. I thought I tried my best but I guess I was wrong. But there's nothing that can stop me now.
I'm beginning to see the difference. I'm beginning to see the change. I'm just trying to catch up to the new day. I can feel it in my soul.
The leaves are changing. The air is chilly. Autumn is finally upon us. It's that time of year again. Spooky season is finally here to join us.
The rain is full of ghosts tonight. There's smoke in the air. The smell of fire is on the wind. speak softly as you walk this road.
