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Olive Dyer Jan 2018
Okay.

Here we go.
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Yes.
I'll add them up.
Yes,
I'll check in
Every
Single
Day

Yes,
I'll force it out
When I've backed down
To get
"Back On Track"

And then
When I go too far
I'll put on
The cover ups
To hide
what's not there
Olive Dyer Oct 2017
So cold
So chilling
Was that room
Frigid to the bone
When exposed

So hot
So scalding
Was that water
Enough to smell burning skin
But it never seems hot enough
To burn away those memories

So dark
So confused
Shadows blended with the black
Is that cloud,
That one right there next to me,
Floating under the surface,
My burning hair
Or my blood
Olive Dyer Oct 2017
Every time this happens
I feel it
Right, here

Every time
What seems like a layer of warm linen
Grows over my heart

But I fear
Because the longer my heart's in there
It forgets
How to be exposed
Like before

And I fear that day
When all of this goes away
When all layers at a time
Are ripped apart
And there
Lays my exposed heart

What a shame it is
That I expect that day
But expecting the worst
Is the way
Olive Dyer Apr 2017
I watch.
And I stare,
I gaze upon you as the sunlight's
rays of gold,
Shine down on your ill, fair skin
And reveals the stark contrasted hills
Upon your cheeks

It pains me
As I ever so desire
To offer you the land
The soil
Through which you so greatly need
To thrive
And fill in the great distance
From the bottom to the top of your hills
But for now,
Exist
As much as you can
Under the sun's limited energy
As a fragile flower does

And it pains me so
To watch, as the months go by
And the castes shadows
Beneath your every bone
Sinks
And falls deeper into darkness
Olive Dyer Apr 2017
Willowy
So small
The non-existent
Kind of tall

Shadows
Of bone
Darkening
Her fair tone

Weak
Yet alive
Just enough sun
To thrive
Olive Dyer Apr 2017
For anything
I am there
You need me
You have my care

In no time
I give you my hand
No waiting around
I'll help you stand

But when I'm battling
Stuck in the black
Where are you
Please, come back

I just need a little
Help, I think
Pull me out
Before I sink

But you just say
"I don't know"
But, I know you do
So why so low?

Why won't you please
Please just try
I don't understand
You tear the tie

But...






I think...

I'll ask this crow.
This dark black bird
He'll know

He tells me
All I need
Drains my blood
Does the deed

He's tapped in
To my own head
I put him there
By the brain he is fed

This is what I have
Since you never tried
I brought him out
No longer will he hide
Olive Dyer Mar 2017
I know
I've made a mistake
gotten my hopes up
hope is so fake

I want it gone or else
it'll hurt so bad
want to **** hope
the hope that I had

but I will always have
it won't leave me alone
it's already taking me apart
if only I had known

you can't stab hope
hope can't be shot down
tried crying till it burns
but hope doesn't drown

no no, you have to wait
what a joke
hope only kills itself
hope will have a stroke

until then, it waits
feasts on your pain
eats you to the bone
sanity it will drain
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hang in there
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