Black voidsA black void escapes my lips.As the infection of pain takes over.I’m screaming to an empty room.In it lays all my fears.My eyes are filled with parasites.Seeing nothing but black.Which leaks it’s way into my heart.Trembling fingers, and sweaty palms.Bugs clinging to my hair.Nesting in my skin.I have been contaminated.By the sins of others.Nobody can harm me now.I have been contaminatedBy the whispers of the heartless.Reaching forth for some light.It only seems to burn my skin.My right eye has been removed.And left with a hole.Head spinning round’ and round.Sitting in this dirty contaminated room.A perfect fit for me.
Fake Smiles for YouI don't understand youIt's as if you're trying your very hardestto make yourself unhappywhy don't you just try to smileand stop acting like such a child...Yes, or courseyour logic is infallibleI must try my hardestto make myself miserablebecause I absolutely lovefeeling completely worthlessthere's no other explanationobviously this depressionthe one that is drowning memust be of my own choosingI guess I could try to smileeven though every grinresults in more tearsthan I care to admitbut if it will ease your guiltof knowing that perhapsyou are to blamefor the unstable childhiding inside my head...well...that's what you really wanta reprieve from what youhelped to create...but I'm so sorry to tell youthat until I can at leastsmile for myselfI believe that smiling for youis far to much for this child to handle
Absence.Absence.I hate the thought of coming home to an empty room.It is a scenario my mind is not able to consume.Even though I know you will be back soon.I still have to wait for your return,In order for my life to resume.Kela Lewis-Morin
A Life for a Death My eyes flutter open. It's dark all around me. It seems like the black abyss goes on forever. Upon realizing that I was lying on my back, I slowly pulled myself up off the black ground. The only thing I can see is a faint light flickering a ways ahead of me. As my mind clears, I remember what I was doing here. I slowly make my way to the light, it's intensity increasing with every step I take. My shoes clank across the hard floor. The fact that the sound didn't have an echo was creepy, suggesting that this place truly did go on forever. I take them off and cast them aside. I won't need them anymore, anyway. Finally, after what seems like eternity,
Unable to SeeHer knees were pressed against her chest, her hands gripping the opposite elbow as though it was her life support. In her mind's eye, she was still in her skinny jeans and camisole, the blood still seeping through the material and sticking to her skin, the blood still under her nails and crusting on her skin. The beeping monitor and the scratchy hospital dress went unnoticed.Behind the closed door was the doctor, he was talking urgently to her mother Michelle, her two brothers Rob and Lucas and her father William. Michelle looked worn and pale, the look that a mother had when she had been worrying for days upon days. Only natural since Kayla had run away exactly five days ago with her best friend Lily in an effort to escape the abusive boyfriend.The door opened and Kayla's family walked in, fanning out to surround the bed. Kayla didn't look up. She just stared blankly in front of her, or so it seemed. She just saw Lily's body, broken in front of her. There was a police officer in the
(oh, you were danger.)you are standing in the surf,and you are holding outa nail-bitten hand across the sea,where confidence has become your only virtuestanding still while the wavessurge against your waist.you are wearing polka dots,forgotten -not sundresses,notsomething less than that,like red and black andseafoam netting,the strings of your bikini hangwhile the ocean keeps you closewhile the fog obscures your face,your way,this smile that has never really playedacross your lips.you are dangerin a way you have never been before:the ocean knows it, the birds know it,the salt soaked beach,wearing away at the edges of your hips -eternity -knows it.and across a minefield symphonyof shellsI can walk to you now, and fill my lungswith ground that I can't seeand air that is too thick -your hair in soaking strands,your breath and your skin coldand coatedin seawater,your words a clam's lips apartfrom mine.
Sleeping disorder"So... you experience difficulty sleeping?" "Yes, that's because I'm never awake."