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MD Sep 2013
I was sleeping
On a cold December night
When the demons crawled
Into my body
They entered through my mouth
They scratched their way
Down my throat
And landed in my heart
And my stomach
I awoke the next morning
Feeling different
I was sad
I did not want to get out of bed
And get ready for school
I did not want to socialize
Or wear anything but pajamas
Now don't get me wrong
I had been sad before
So I figured this would last
Just a day
But the next night
The demons took over my flesh
And began to claw at my wrists
MD Sep 2013
The days
Without you
Are cold and
Scary
I wish you could be
In my bed
Every night
MD Sep 2013
If I was there
I would ask you to hold me
While you whispered in my ear
I would ask you to kiss me
And play with my hair
If I was there
I wouldn't be so scared
If I was there
These wouldn't be
My final words
MD Sep 2013
I want to be beautiful
Not just in looks
But in the way I move
The way I talk
I want to speak
As though I'm reciting poetry
I want to swiftly dance away
I want to drink coffee
Early in the morning

But I am not beautiful
I am panic attacks
At 3am
I am bruised legs
And everything but
Lovely
MD Sep 2013
I wish I was awake
At 4am
So you don't have to be
Your own best friend

I know you aren't one for
Touching or being touched
But I want to cuddle
You up in a blanket
Make you hot chocolate
And keep you safe

I know you don't want anyone
To worry about you
But when we're crossing the street
I want grip your hand so tight
And make sure you cross safely

Thank you for kissing
My forehead
That day I cried
On your bathroom floor
And I'm sorry that
I'm not nearly as nice to you
As you are to me

I'm not good at expressing my
Emotions
But my writing will hopefully
Make up for it

You are the greatest friend
I've ever had
No one makes me as happy
As you do

I'm so ******* sorry
That you're sad
And that I'm not there
At 4am

Because I know how it feels to
Be the one
At 4am
Being her own best friend
MD Sep 2013
Jesus ******* Christ
I hate myself for doing this
I purposely do things
That I know will **** me up
Jesus ******* Christ
I want to die
MD Sep 2013
I tried to write a song about you
But no words could come out
I'm getting sick of getting high
And drunk with all my friends
And darling
I'm scared
And darling
I'm scarred
I don't want to be alone anymore
I don't want to feel this way
I told you I was moving on
But I wish you would stay
I'm getting tired
And the nights are getting longer
I wish that you would stay
Stay the night with me
I can make you feel whole again
I can kiss your scars
And I wish you would stay
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