GoneBlood drips onto the stony hearts of broken dreamsGone by Willow-Roxie
Fresh enemies appear
My friends have left
I might as well be dead to them
When I cry
When I bleed
The scream in delight
I'm fading. Almost gone.
Don't HideYou shouldn't be ashamedDon't Hide by Willow-Roxie
You aren't alone
I've done it too
The girl on the bus with the half hidden smile? Yeah she's in our little club
The club you enter but never leave.
It's not a cult
We aren't attention seekers
We are just a little lost
I found a map a couple of years back
I'm not lost anymore,
Here, you can have it
When you don't need it anymore pass it on
Just don't hide
Don't be ashamed
Don't be afraid to cry and scream and pull your hair.
You aren't alone.
Not really sure what to write here.|
I like to think that I'm a writer, I like to paint vivid pictures in my mind. Sometimes I like to put them onto paper but they never seem to come out the way I imagined them.
I've written some poetry in the past, nothing fancy just sentences that seem to fit together. I've written some fan fiction too, but not for a while.
I'm actually scared of opening up my old poetry books, they were from a part of my life I shut away under lock and key but I've realized I need to heal, that means opening the box.
So I apologize if what I write isn't good, or to your taste, but i have to get it out of my head.
I've just realized how incredibly drama the above sounded. Lovely....¬¬