Path of Suffering by angelofwinterdawn, literature
Literature
Path of Suffering
Scars deep inside.
Making me insane.
Pills only to make me dead.
Beings being in distortion.
Telling me to kill myself.
Rocks thrown at me.
Why am I suffering?
Is there a point to scars?
Why is it that I can go so far?
Angels appear to me.
Telling me to go on.
They said, "there is more than this".
Stone cold inside.
I didn't even listen.
I just kept on complaining.
I'm not seeing that this is worth going through.
In cuffs from my desire for pleasure.
Lust for acceptance.
Just get me out of here!!!!
I give up.
I just give up!!!!
Get me out of this.
I need you this much!!!!
Get me through this path of suffering.
She drinks her whiskey straight by QuirkyCuriousBex, literature
Literature
She drinks her whiskey straight
She drinks her whiskey straight
like her daddy did—it makes
her feel close to him.
He left during the winter.
She sits where he used to
every afternoon,
watching the setting sun
bring cold days to their end.
Blanket bunched
around her shoulders,
she drowns herself,
the silence carrying
her daddy’s voice.
whispered goodbyes and sepia summer dreams-
their neverlasting brilliance is
more beautiful than
a million everlasting stars,
(because he loves in f ra gme nts,
and she hopes in sha
rds)