Shattered (11/25/11) It was almost two years ago that my uncle died, and it has been one of the worst memories I’ve ever had. I remember my mom telling me, her surprising calm exterior as she was probably dying inside. She left me be, myself and I, completely alone on the third floor go my grandmothers house.The day after Thanksgiving. All good people die the day after a holiday.I remember my heart shattering in my chest, slowly falling apart to crash to the stairs leading up onto the Top Deck. I still feel my lungs close up as the memory starts to take over.I clutched at my chest, trying to rip my rapidly pounding heart out of my trembling body. I was gasping for breath that wouldn’t come. I’d hugged him goodbye, thinking that I’d see him later that day.Now I’ll never see him again.Hours of my own personal hell flash by with the rapidly ticking seconds. I’ve cried my soul out in 43 minutes. I don’t speak. I just walk
Daggers and InkDraw out my heartWith the tip of the pen,And scrawl on my armsIn ink coloured red.Erase the thoughtsSwirled in my mindIn dashes and curls,In coloured designs.Let your tears fallAnd blur all my lines.Let the colours fade,Disappearing in time.Retrace my heartIn red and blue hues.And when you are done,I will be dead too.
Pawn.Drowned me in my sorrows,Leave me to die.I scratch and I pick,But it heals me inside.Dissolvable stitches,A thin red line.But one day,Won’t wake up,Swallowed in time.Forget me.Forget me.Forget me,I’m gone;No longer anyone’s forgettable pawn.