I was always running
My favorite hobby;
I was running when I saw your eyes
I had to fight the urge
That little voice
Constantly jelling at me
But those ocean eyes
Kept calling me,
They were like mermaids
Pulling me to cliffs
Your body was my quicksand,
I tried to run away
But always find my head
Just above the sand
My legs seemed to get up
My legs seemed to give up
My legs walked right in your arms
I was sleeping in my bed when noise woke me up, I got scared and went to my mom's bedroom. The door was open and on them was red stain. "Mommy", I jumped on bed but nobody was there, bed was wet so I went to the bathroom.
"Mommy", still nothing. I was crying because I could not find my mommy. When I arrived by the bathroom door the same stain was there.
"Mommy", I cried.
"Yes.", I finaly hear her voice, "Come here my son."
"Yes, mommy.", I entered the bathroom and there I found my mommy in a tub covered in red. There was man beside her holding her arm.
He was tall and dark, he had black eyes and the man didn't even moved.
"Mommy.", I wanted to hit the man that was hurting my mommy. "Run Jack, run.", my mother screamed, the man started running grabing me.
"Mommy.", the man grabbed me and took me to the kitchen. He took the knife from the stand. I didn't say anything he stabbed me in my little body and I screamed and cried. There was so much red colour on me.
"Why won't you die?", the man asked me. I just cried and cried, I was getting cold and tired. The man stopped and just tosed me on the floor he started kicking me and I just becomed more tired.
I was in shock when I heard it for the first time, I wasn't crying I started doing the dishes. I heard it in the morning and haven't see her till night. I haven't even stepped inside and I started crying. She looked as she was sleeping, her skin gray. Her face like marble I was just crying. She looked so peaceful, it was so unnatural so sickening. I just wanted to run away from that closed eyes.
I became suicidal by the age of thirteen. I had problems with myself so I began to read and write poems, that made me feel so much better and I gradually become better and happier person. Now I'm almost 20 and I go to the collage I wanted, my friends love me nad I love them, and when I'm sad my boyfriend is there for me. Writing saved me and helped me with my emotions.
He was my rainbow, because of him my future was bright. I could actually love myself for me because he showed me how. My heart was weak whenever he wasn't with me, I just loved his presence, the way he moved, smiled and smell. He was well put package sent to me from gods. I could imagine him say all those sweet nothings in my ear, but words that he would always say to me were simply "my love".
I liked going to school,
first years were like magic
then suddenly it all become tragic.
My little heart in constant agony
my father's first slams mahogany:
"You have one job and you can't do it right!"
my face turned red from crying,
my mothers face is marble,
all this kids point at me,
But now it's all finished,
I'm free swinging from a tree.
I could love you, but then who would love me? I could still try, love.