The Darkness
Behind Closed Doors
Grab, Choke, Squeeze Suck the life out of me. Suffocate Me. Don't see it as a homicide but as a sacrifice for the greater good.
Why don’t I feel powerful?
By: Kena'i Hollingsworth
I will drown in the pacific ocean. Swallow the waters of the worlds saltiest seas. Just for the familiar burn. People tell me to remember the semicolon. It stands for continuation. But in these days my life is like a period. You try to save me but I push you away. I'm scared to break you. Scared to burn you. I refuse to be responsible for the destruction of another person. I am a ticking time bomb I can't control the urges! And the darkness. Oh God the darkness! So I cut a smile in my arm and watched my laughter pour out in red.
You scream I LOVE YOU! and it gives me the Strength to let you in.
By: Lei Maybe because people only want to see me fail rather than succeed. Maybe because I can’t control everything that happens to me. All I really wanted was for them to see that this was changing me. But why is this happening to me? Is it the coils in my hair, the melanin in my skin, if we live on the same earth, breathe the same air, bleed the same blood, why do you hate my strength? I am you, I wear a mask too. It gives my insecurities, fear, shame, and confusion a place to rest. I rather it didn’t happen, but as I mature the naïve and gullible child is changing, and evolving. The feelings aren’t so strong for me anymore; I’m just confused about what is next. I know now that everybody is hurting by themselves, instead of us hurting together.
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