Death Of Innocence by samsamsammysam66, literature
Literature
Death Of Innocence
I remember that day
The day I lost something precious to me
Yeah, that's what it was
Something irreplaceable
I remember her face
As she told me the truth
Yeah, that's what it was
The truth I never knew
I remember that feeling
When you're trying to hold back the tears
Yeah, that's what it was
I was trying to stop myself form letting it all out
I remember having to sit down
Because I no longer had the strength to stand
Yeah, that's what it was
A weakness I never knew I had
I remember thinking that was it
That was the end of my childhood
Yeah, that's what it was
The death of my innocence
Maybe I won't be fine
Maybe I don't know what's wrong
Maybe I can't talk about it
But maybe I need you to listen
Maybe the cuts get deeper each time
Maybe too much blood comes out
Maybe you'll try and stop me
But maybe I won't listen
Maybe I want to tell someone
Maybe I need to unload all of my problems
Maybe you're the only one who can help
But maybe I don't want to bother you with my troubles
Maybe I'm just scared
Maybe I've lost hope
Maybe I'm losing control
But maybe I was never in control to begin with
Maybe I like the way things are
Maybe I'm afraid of change
Maybe I get a kick out of being so messed up
But maybe I'd rather be a nor
I swear I'm fine..... by AvianHartridge, literature
Literature
I swear I'm fine.....
she was too busy, trying to jam that misshapen piece into the empty space in her heart,
where it clearly didn't fit,
that she didn't realize she'd torn the empty space up,
mangled it and made it worse than before.
She didn't realize, until it was to late
and when she saw the damage that had been done
she cried out in frustration throwing it towards the wall,
realizing as she did it that it was the wrong choice;
she frantically reached for it as it sailed through the air
almost grasping hold of it before it flew beyond her reach and smashed against the wall
shattering into even more pieces then before,
she cried out, searc
The Bits of Self-Destruction by Elendurwen, literature
Literature
The Bits of Self-Destruction
I tear myself to parts
I scratch the meat until it falls
Poisons hidden deep
Infect beings of the mind
I spread my chest wide open
To let fresh air leak through
In a web of twisted feelings
I seek sufficient truth
Injected with emotions
Confusion is sharply clear
Viruses probe relentlessly
The last remains of sanity
The override of brain
Heat emanates from its skin
Failing system cycles through
The bits of self-destruction
You just don't get it
I want my space
I want away
but you don't get it
and every time that I push
you pull
you try to pull yourself back
back to me
and I don't want that
so let go
please just let go
and save me
save yourself
this hurts me
just as much as you
so please
just stay
away
You have a question
and I have a feeling
but not an answer
For that would be too simple
and simple doesn't fit in my life
I just don't have the time
You want to understand
but I can't tell you
what I don't know to begin with
And you expect me to be perfect
to have something to say, for everything
but really I make stuff up on the spot
and it only makes sense, because it isn't simple
They say that I can't last much longer,
Grinning as I scream in pain
And laughing as I gasp for air.
But they won't reach their goal.
"Daddy, you'll be back, won't you?"
Her words still echo in my head,
A piece of happiness I keep within.
"Of course, my angel. Sooner than you'd think."
Darkness embraces my consciousness,
And every breath becomes a struggle,
But still I hear her worried voice.
"Promise?" she asks. "Promise." I answer.
And as I lie here on the floor,
Beaten, bloody, and alone,
I feel my heart beating in my chest,
Fighting to fulfill my promise.
"But how can you know?" she calls
As I'm halfway out the door.
I
There he sits again, right at the door,
So he won't miss her when she comes.
Watching with those hopeful eyes,
Unmoving, undistracted. Waiting.
A crash disturbed the silence,
The noise echoing through dark streets,
And blood painting the concrete roads,
As the fragile body hit the ground.
His little paws, they stand unmoving,
His lively body sitting still,
Only his nose twitching, once in a while,
Hoping to catch the familiar scent.
The piercing wail of sirens followed,
Announcing the disaster
To the crowd that gathered at the scene,
As helpers lift her in the car.
For weeks he's been coming,
Every afternoon he sits to wait,