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Zoë Mar 2015
it hits me hard in the chest
and i wonder if you listened to these words
i guess i take it too literally
you couldn't have really cared that much
not after what i heard
hope you're happy
Zoë Mar 2015
i wonder if he does it to get through it
or if he actually didn't care
is it a game?
or did i actually matter?
i guess its not an issue anymore
because as she says "i've got lots of choices"
i don't need big numbers
i just need to find myself
thanks for the great support....
makes me feel fantastic...
Zoë Mar 2015
it finally feels better
things smoothing over
distractions are useful
people helpful
colors bright
music soothing
as it all seems ok
it all comes back
the hate
so confused and forgotten,
i cry a little more
and then a lot
the one who should be close
strays further and further away
hurts me the most
but i cant let it bother me
hypocritical and sad
i wait for the beginning to end
so i can begin again
Zoë Mar 2015
April, 9th, 2013
My world seemed to piece itself together in my young mind. It was all seemingly perfect.
October, 30th, 2014
It hit me like a freight train. Ripped me apart. Changed me forever
November, 5th, 2014
The deal was done, and all was broken. New thoughts engraved in my brain. Steering me down the wrong path. Making me feel like life couldn't be worse.
November, 6th, 2014
I am sick to my stomach. My own actions make me cringe. How could I be so cruel?
December, 1st, 2014
My heart was taped together again, and the feeling of "happiness" tricked my brain. I am okay I always thought. This is forever
March, 7th, 2015
My world seemed to fall down around me. My walls crumbling, all "safety" I had built around to protect me had crumbled into nothing but lost hope scattered in a glittery dust around my feet. My mother caught my tears in her hands and drying them with all she had. Words of wisdom from her lips soothe my ears temporarily and she helps me change the orange to blue.
March, 10th, 2015
As the tears became less, the reality grew. The colors more clear to me, and the path i must take more apparent. She again guided me, and hugged me tight. I learned she would be the one to stand by my side when all the others ran away. She would never leave me behind, break my heart, or manipulate me. She was truly the only one that wouldn't let me down.
March, 11th, 2015
I start to see blue among the words at my lunch table. In the hope in my eyes. Finally in the smiles reflected in the mirror. It starts to show a little more and more. The yellow streaked in the melting snow. In the music that plays through my ear buds. In the late night drives. "It gets a little better everyday" she says and I believe it. A little better today, even better the next day and next month at this time everything will be just fine.
Zoë Mar 2015
the light blue is overwhelming
as i hold my stomach
and rub my eyes
pushing away the urge to cry
he is silent
dark blue
but not the good stuff
not the brighter kind that makes me feel warm and happy
deep in the pit of my stomach
a weight of blue sits
just waiting for me to do something
i sigh and rub my temples
as it all comes to a close
i can see the yellow in the air
feel it in the music
taste in my drink
it all feels better
Zoë Mar 2015
6
sickening waves of orange flow through me
the ***** walls
and wet tiled floor
the messy handwriting
and my eyes so tired I can barely think
his words streams of light baby blue
and I think they should make me feel better
somehow I just feel worse
the way he tries to make me stay
i try to feel bad
feel pity for all of his poor me, and woe
but i don't
and even though it all hurts
stabs at me
scratches from within me
i know days to follow will end in bright blues
giving me hopes streaked with yellows
as i rummage through all this orange
the yellow and blue stay at the back of my mind
waiting to reveal themselves
as real happiness
Zoë Mar 2015
dark red hits me as i step inside
the smell, wet floor, and sun shining through the window
makes it appear in my mind
old shows, fluffy ears, full smiles
make it redder and redder
warm and smiley
red, red, red
dark, like blood
but warm
makes me feel as though i am supposed to be here
supposed to belong, even though i don't
as i bid one last goodbye
and step into the darkness
the yellow light, ripped carpet and chip mix
sets orange back
single muffins left in large ziploc bags
empty lunch boxes
and unswept floors, allows orange back into my head
fake wood
orange
old bananas
orange
uncut hair
orange
tv loud
orange
all is orange
and it digs from inside of me
ready to burst from within my soul
orange...
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