My heart cracks as he smiles that smirk
The pain inside threatens to overtake me
I realise to my utermost internal dread
That beautiful smile just isn't meant for me
He treats me like his dear sweet friend
Then cuts me down to please his humour
Teases me relentlessly until I breakdown
All the while passing it off as a bit of fun
Sometimes he treats me like a precious little gem
Until he sees her then I am tossed aside
Like a second-hand doll he has no use for
Still I forgive him against my better judgement
I should no better I should let him go
But those mischievous eyes silence my conscience
My brain is numb only to be po
My hands tremble as I graze the grass around me.
The summer breeze tousles my hair.
My breath catches as I take in the surroundings.
The sun beats down on my skin.
And my eyes hunt for someone to notice.
I silently laugh at the irony.
That no one will ever know.
The most obvious matters.
Are always the hardest to identify.
My frail hands skim over the soft blades.
The gusts of wind tangle my brittle hair.
My shallow breathing continues to capture.
The blistering ball of fire attacks my fragile skin.
My eyes hunt for someone to notice.
Just how far I have gone.
Yet no one can see the reality.
Of what is in front of their eyes.
I crush the petals in my blood soaked hands
White roses turn red from my crimson cuts
I rip up the card to which you poured out your soul
And gave me sweet kisses of death as you let me slip away
Piece by piece my heart crumbles and burns
As I stab each photo of you with my trusty blade
My sour tears cut paths down my cheeks
And ruby lines create patterns down my pale skin
I throw out the memories of our lives together
As the sweet sense of loneliness envelopes me in its hollow arms
Your voice whispers into my loveless soul
Consoles and soothes me late into the night
I now understand my darling love
You were just a mistake my b
The Significant Outsider by XOShadowSoulXO, literature
Literature
The Significant Outsider
I am an ordinary girl
Who sits on the outskirts of life
With waist length straggly blond hair
And a knack for seeing the unseen
I live in a private wonderland
Aside from everyone else
I see what people can't admit
And watch as their lives unfold
I saw my best friend suffer in love
As he slipped straight through her fingers
The further he went the closer she was to giving up
Until he finally bought her back
At the wedding I saw their eyes lock
As they struggled to let go
The countless nights she cried on my shoulder
After he left to defeat You-Know-Who
Her brother struggled also
To admit his lve for another
He wandered throu
I walk down the halls
Alienated from your perfect lives
The 'cutter' and 'freak' you call me
The words that cut deeper than a blade
I yearn for the cold and icy touch
Of my secret best friend
And the blood running delicatley down my skin
The day passes by in a mournful daze
I keep to the shadows behind the cloak of my hair
And watch the hands of the clock tick slowly round
While the whispers and stares carve right through me
Each scratch has a hidden story
Which you all play a significant part
Until i return home at sunset
And close the door to my private world
With my secret best friend in tow
He sits on his throne
His bones clad in black
Or his red skin covered
By a blanket of death
Until you finally face him
He is the darkest or mysteries
His actions of hatred and pain
That he causes us to perform
A girl with scars on her skin
A man who kills his enemy
A child who sits and cries out her heart
Is all part of his grand finale
We are his actors and puppets
We live to amuse and entertain him
He watches with deep satisfaction
as we all kneel to his feet
And surrender our souls to him
Through A Mothers Eyes by XOShadowSoulXO, literature
Literature
Through A Mothers Eyes
It all started almost 7 years ago, when my youngest son left for Hogwarts. I knew nothing would be the same again. After his first year, he would rant for hours about his newfound friendship with a 'bossy know-it-all' girl. But behind his annoyance filled eyes, something had appeared, like a flower starting to bloom.
He fought against his growing feelings for a bushy haired girl as the years slowly passed by. She soon integrated herself into our family, becoming a sister to Ginny and a daughter to me. I continued to look upon their blossoming love and the constant childish bickering, as an act of covering up their feelings. The year of the Y
The walls around me close in fast
Tell me of memories and horrors past
Bright faces and dancing eyes
Hide the fact that its all lies
The call of death keeps me awake
I listen to its words for my own sake
White tissues turn as red as a rose
From mopping up the pain that nobody knows
Hidden secrets that are left untold
A series of events that will soon unfold
I sit and wait for the end of my life
In the end its up to the edge of a knife
Maybe in the end people will see
That all along life was suffocating me