Submissions by Freeyourself14

No trees,
no sign of life.
Just a vast land of whiteness,
And a gloomy gray sky.
A dead tree stood alone on the top of a small hill.

What is going on?
I looked around, nothing seemed familiar.
Then I saw a girl on top of the small hill.

She wore a ruby red strapless dress,
unmistakeable in this sea of white.
She was on her knees, staring far out in the horizon.
I looked down at myself and saw a coal black strapless dress.
The last I remembered I was wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top.
My black curls hung at my...

Why do you like me?
Or better yet, what was so interesting that you couldn't keep your eyes away from me?
Was it my soul?
Haha, I bet not.
I bet you only cared about my looks.
It wasn't how I saw things that caught your eye,
Instead it was my ass, boobs, and looks?
Am I wrong?
I hope I am, but you know it's true.
You only see what's on the surface, not what is in the inside.
You are hollow.
Your soul is nothing but a rotting apple that not even a worm would like to come and taste.
I am not shallow, when I cry you don't ask why.
You look at...

Where have you gone?
Where has the guy who would listen to my problems and give me advice has gone?
The one person who could save me from myself, is nowhere near.
Was it all a dream?
Could you have been a mirage?
You were there to protect me and I thought God had sent you to save me.
Where has he gone?
Now I only see a boy who I don't even recognize.
You might have remembered me but I dont remember you.
Could it be that you weren't sent down for me, but I was sent down to save you?
I loved you and I will try to save you but please don't submerge...

The ocean breeze cuts through his face,
Leaving him wanting more.
He can't move, the black pebbles under his feet request for his stay.
There is no one around, the lonely soul sits awaiting for the moment.
The moment that all his thoughts are washed away by the deep blue sea.
He feels the water pulling him in,
But he can't resist the temptation to let go of the world and sink himself into the pit of emptiness.
A sweet melody runs through his head,
While he walks deeper into the shore
And let's go.

I think they are ready.
I think I am ready.
Could I actually feel so set to share my thoughts with them?
Yes. I am ready.
I am ready to make a difference, it may be small but it's still going to be a change.
For them and for me.
Share, share, share with them what is inside of this shy girl.
This shy girl who you see in front of you is ready.
Ready to be free.
Ready to experience the world and live, as she never has done before.
With thoughts in her mind and words in her mouth.
There is no drought.
There is an ocean full of life, ready to be...