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Katlyn Orthman Nov 2013
They say "I hope you die,"
and I reply "I wish."
Katlyn Orthman Nov 2013
Break
In Half
Broken Dreams Everywhere
They Litter The Floor
I Can't Bare This Anymore
My Heart Is Bleeding Out Again
My Thoughts Are Breaking Out Of Me
They Say Bad Things Happen For A Reason
My Bad Things Happen Every Day Of Every Season
Katlyn Orthman Nov 2013
There is something lurking so deep inside of me,
that just doesn't feel right.
Maybe it's from always expecting
that I have to fight.
I just want to give in
and put down my guard
Why does that have to be so hard?
I'm working my hardest on opening up to people, and not shutting them out. So far it's been going well.
Katlyn Orthman Nov 2013
"**** me," she whispered through her tears.
Her eyes glowed red, stained from the shattering of her heart.
"I can't," I say my voice breaking as I face the mirror.
I slowly break apart.
"You said you would if it got to hard," she cries.
"If you give up, then everything was for nothing," my voice quakes.
"It doesn't matter it was all lies!"
"But we were so close," my heart shakes.
"How can we make it?" she asks me
"We have to at least try," I bite my cheek.
"We won't make it," she tells me.
"We have too, I won't be weak!"
She shakes her head, doubt in her eyes,
but I had to try
Katlyn Orthman Nov 2013
The nights turned black
the moon is dead,
The shadows rise,
come for your head,
don't scream,
they'll only smile,
don't make a sound,
they're coming
close your eyes
nevermore will they see
plug your ears
nevermore will they hear,
hold your breath
nevermore will they breathe
oh...
these monsters are me
Katlyn Orthman Nov 2013
"Why are we here?" he asks me with a certain innocence resonating in his voice.
"I think we're here for something, we all have something we were meant to do," I say in a voice of certainty although the emotion doesn't reach my heart.
"What do you think you were meant to do?" he asks staring up at the pale sky with his hands shoved deep in his pockets, with a thoughtful expression on his face.
"I don't think I'm meant for anything, I was a mistake, someone must've really messed up," I say laughing dryly.
"I think you're wrong. You're a lot more special than you think. You should give yourself more credit, at least you're still here breathing."
Katlyn Orthman Nov 2013
A broken picture frame
lay in the corner
My face without a name
because I don't matter
Your motives shine through your eyes
you don't have to defend yourself
I hear the truth ringing through your lies
and I understand now
The only reason you're still here
is because you don't know how to say goodbye
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