The whole idea makes me feel dark and sick inside. The tip of my ink pen pressed to paper as the words .... If I would have listened I would have no pain that aches inside my soul. As at night I look in the mirror into my dark coal eyes. While I feel cold red blood trickle down my arms into the steel sink leaving permanent scars not just hidden ones are imprinted in black ink on notebook paper. I slide the slip of paper in someone's purse as I pass them, maybe somebody will notice how I feel. The fact that I lie on the cold tile floor and cry myself to sleep disgust me, but yet you still feel nothing of what I feel. The heart break you put me through, the mess that lies behind it all. Why you made me fall and drop me like a toy makes me want to hate you, but my heart craves your love. All that, I hide in a fake smile like nothings wrong while people see different I die more inside. Someday, Some how you will pay for what you've done. I tell my self someone will notice, but would they care?
I push my self everyday to get up into a cold cruel world as I hide the pain. Escaping through thoughts lost in the music and words pushing a smile on that fades over the hours . Praying to a god that gives me hope to keep moving as the fact of it sinks my heart. A boy that makes me stronger as everyday goes by, it pushes me until I break down trying to hold the pain back through what strength I have left causes more pain. Wondering when the next assaulting comment will be till they get to far. As I drown in an emotional wreck, as I know I can not cry because that shows weakness in my eyes. As I cry in the middle of the night for everything that slivers its way into empty spaces of my mind.
Hi my Name is Moriah I am a senior in high school and I love to write but sometimes I have problems getting my mind to find words to fit into my work. Music influences my writing along with my life events. I have a variety of pieces. leave comments and suggetions. I will try and post once a week.
Writing, poetry, short stories, creative writting