and bright eyes turn to navy...
you can't see.
what i've witnessed.
when you watch them die,
and run as fast as you can to get away.
you haven't had your heart pound in your chest,
like a bird writhing in agony.
needing to scream until your heart stops,
because he's gone.
you've never needed to swallow the anger inside you,
raging like a revenge-seeking monster.
wishing for someone to save you.
you've never had to run from your own reflection,
cry until your eyes go red,
until you run out of tears,
until you breathe so hard you feel like you're going to drop dead.
you don't know the feeling of blood on your hands,
crimson staining your clothes,
the only one you loved in your hands.
you don't know what it's like to crawl and beg for your life, running into the forest until you can't see,
until you fall into the wet leaves, snow and mud,
curling up into a pitiful ball,
whimpering and hoping you'd die soon.
if you hold my hand, i hope i can leave with you.
because i can feel those things.
and bright eyes turn to navy.
the leaves dying in the autumn.
my soul turning to ashes.
run away, and never come back.
what i've witnessed.
when you watch them die,
and run as fast as you can to get away.
you haven't had your heart pound in your chest,
like a bird writhing in agony.
needing to scream until your heart stops,
because he's gone.
you've never needed to swallow the anger inside you,
raging like a revenge-seeking monster.
wishing for someone to save you.
you've never had to run from your own reflection,
cry until your eyes go red,
until you run out of tears,
until you breathe so hard you feel like you're going to drop dead.
you don't know the feeling of blood on your hands,
crimson staining your clothes,
the only one you loved in your hands.
you don't know what it's like to crawl and beg for your life, running into the forest until you can't see,
until you fall into the wet leaves, snow and mud,
curling up into a pitiful ball,
whimpering and hoping you'd die soon.
if you hold my hand, i hope i can leave with you.
because i can feel those things.
and bright eyes turn to navy.
the leaves dying in the autumn.
my soul turning to ashes.
run away, and never come back.
that wasn't really a poem or a story, but i just wrote that off the top of my head, it's supposed to be about a teenaged emo outcast girl, who was abused and beaten her whole life, and no one in shool liked her, they treated her like dirt, and then the popular students of the school finally decided to try and kill her, but she got away, and they killed her boyfriend.
man, if someone made a movie out of this, this would be awesome.
the song mary j. blige and ludacris made 'runaway love' is amazing, that's how i got some motivation.