Heartbreak WarfareThe agony I feel as my heart is ripped away,
The terror courses through my veins, it happens every day.
The pain I force myself to face without a single tear,
The symptoms of my love are just intoxicating, dear.
Emotion shielded by my eyes, they cover it so well,
The blood, it pounds within my heart, my life's a living hell.
Nobody seems to understand, the ringing in my ears,
Or the slight bit of unfocus as I battle off my fears.
Shining silver memories, from happy days are gone,
I'm just a piece inside their games; I'm playing as a pawn.
The cheerfulness that filled my voice is hollow with remorse,
I can pinpoint every emotion but I cannot find the source.
Rainbows, skies, and butterflies, all seem to fade away.
I'm left with nothing more than conquering each day.
Every truth, it hurts too much, it turns my blood to ice.
I'm ready to finally face the truth; I have to give up the fight.
In sleep I thrash and scream and cry, my nightmares have returned.
And yet I wake and leave my house
Who I Am
Through experience and hardship, good times and bad, I have finally learned who I am.
I am the girl who is broken beyond repair.
The one who smiles when her heart is cracked and losing hope.
I am the girl who everyone knows as "the quiet one".
If they only knew what lies behind those calm blue eyes.
I am the girl who nobody truly knows how to get inside of.
The one who hides in fear of being discovered for what I really am.
I am the girl who shows emotion through her eyes.
...as I hide the streaks on my face left by the tears.
I am the girl who lives silently every day with the inner struggle that keeps her on edge.
The one who is forced to fight when all she wants is to give up.
I am the girl who is weaker than anyone would imagine.
And yet that girl is the one who is the strongest of them all.
BrotherIf I was gone, would I still notice the pain?
Was the agony I felt while alone all in vain?
I spend night after night curled up in tears.
The darkness surrounding me protecting my fears.
All I wished for was to be never alone,
Someone beside me, someone to hold.
Protection... protection was something I craved
I didn't need love, I didn't need to be saved.
I wasn't dying or desperate to flee,
I was no longer obsessed with the need to be.
I wanted you to comfort me as the fighting went on,
Screaming and kicking and slamming 'till dawn.
Her eyes wild and raging with fire,
His actions spontaneous and still rather dire.
I would try to run, and flee when it started,
to hide in my room, and sit, brokenhearted.
I felt as though nothing came together quite right,
Why did they feel the need to fight?
All I wanted was a comforting heart
to endure it with me so I wouldn't be torn apart.
Too late, they're asleep by the time you get home,
but you see the aftermath, the things that were thrown.
GoneShe appeared before me as I looked up for the first time since we had arrived. Her eyes glowed as though an inner fire reflected inside them, burning through her mind and trying desperately to escape. The tongues of intense heat licked the very edges of her pupils, which dilated and contracted as she focused her energy toward a power unknown by all man. I sat on the wooden chair in the darkness, my breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps from the pain I could feel stretching throughout me. An inner pain I had never before experienced, one that could only be felt by knowing the heartache and loss of the one dearest to you. Though the physical pain from the wounds that had been ripped into my skin were blinding, the deeper emotional pain was the one that was enough to tear someone apart. The betrayal and hurt had built up inside me, and I was suddenly ready to accept my fate.
"I'm ready," I choked. The words were barely a whisper, a faint sound expressing the weakness and lack of confiden
The alarm clock sitting on a cherry wood bedside table beeped courageously as it struck 6:00 am. The glowing red numbers seemed to extend as the sound grew louder and louder until it filled the room. Through the darkness, a pale white fist flew the air, landing with a thud atop the snooze button. The clock ceased its deafening noise, and the room was once again filled with pure black silence.
Emeline sighed in her bed, realizing that today was the day she would be starting eleventh grade at Linwood High School. She flexed her fingers and toes, stretching her stiff body before pulling back a warm comforter and stepping onto the cold hardwood floor of her bedroom. The darkness pressed in on her, forcing her to walk along the wall until she reached the light switch. She heard a small pop as the lights flickered on, their pale yellow comfort stretching to reach the darkest corners of the brightly colored room.
Emeline stared out the window, tugging absentmindedly at the whi