Age fourteen

But I'm not an angsty teen

Darkness closing in

Saturating with sin

Walls tight

Losing sight

Hope is gone

Time to move on

No one hears me

Please just see

Sixteen now

Fatter than a cow

No one sees

They're busier than the bees

On phone

Forever alone

silence speaks so loud.

nobody to talk

but

droplets of rain

oozing down

the gutters.

I'm at the window

while my tea cup

and

muddy puddles

share the same mood.

tea does taste much better

though

a soul isn't in sight.

being alone,

I love it the best.

~vinnie_writes

Dusty me

Rusty me

Musty me

Crusty me

All one

Al'one

Walled off

Called off

Hauled off

Lulled off

No one

N'one

Dry tears

Wry tears

Cry tears

Sigh tears

Buck me

Cuck me

Suck me

...etc...

Squeaking,

the fork goes

Clatter,

the plates groan

across me sitting,

three people talking,

laughing as they eat

in bubbly cheeks

smiling

but somehow

it's distantly quiet

the table seems

faraway,

unreachable,

they're talking,

what's it about?

Mom

I can't hear you

Dad

you're joking?

silently,

unknowingly,

dreadingly

suffocates

me

I walk, tepidly

rolling up a ball

of string;

my soles and toes

meeting upon it

in military precision;

its vector showing me

where to go.

My mother and father gave

it to me,

and it is the only thing

in this life

that is mine alone.

I never felt so far

as I did last night

I was up there high

and you were jumping down

without me

my heart crumbled

cascading fragments

littered the night sky

I didn't even have myself

I never felt so far

How can a heart

Feel so heavy?

Weighted with throbbing aches

And tarnished

By fizzy feelings

And a memory of someone's touch.

And yet the heart is empty,

Weightless in its memory

Of the feather-like touches

Vague; a dark hue,

But still etched and tangled

In the heartstrings.

Remembering is longing

For something long gone.

We made a pact,

You and I,

We'd always see eye to eye.

Until the day you looked up high

And used me as a stepping stone to reach for the sky.

Nobody listened to when false charges were placed on record:

A lost little shepherd.

Didn't care when one wanted to end this existence:

Only through the power of resistance one persisted.

Wasn't about the truth when it mattered, Heart was shattered

So, listened to music/wrote/cared for self-drowning everything out. Alone.

Marks of a sharp pin,

Stomach’s curling in.

Ribs in sight.

A shirt that’s two sizes too tight.

Still not good enough.

White stick rolled between my lips.

My stomachs looking big again,

Was it because of those chips?

Cuts on my thigh,

And no one nearby.

Was beauty always this hard to attain?