Submissions by megpio

The reflective surface stares back at me
Making me hate everything I can see

With red rimmed eyes and tear stained cheeks
My strength is getting very weak

With a glass of water and a bottle of pills
My heart pounds with my final thrill

My muscles assist by swallowing my fate
My eyes are filled with nothing but hate

The seconds tick by
One
Two
Three

My knuckles turn white from my grip on the sink
My pounding head makes it hard to think

I appreciate the effects when my face starts to blur ...

Under my bed, are not where the monsters stir
They are not huge dark beings with matted fur
They do eat my toes in the middle of the night
The monster is the man who turns off my light

Under my bed, I do my best to hide
But little protection does it provide
I sit in the dust, and I wait and I wait
'Till I find out soon what becomes of my fate

Under my bed, I see a sliver of light
As my mother comes in to tell me it will be alright
But my mother doesn't know that while she's fast asleep
I will not be alone in my crumpled...

The scars that marked her body
Were titled rightly so
Only at her funeral did they finally show

The white scars left a mark of their own
To the people who witnessed the brutality shown

Some labeled Jessica who called her a whore
Another for Tom who had called her a bore

There were some labeled money for she had none
But the one titled society was by far the deepest one

I'm a good runner
because I have to be

Running from my dreams
and the demons chasing me

I'm a fast runner
legs carry on a beat

If I were to ever trip
the eyes of death I'd meet

Im a stealthy runner
hiding from my life

Looking over my shoulder
I see the glint of knives

I am tired of running
My lungs are sure to exhaust

Still I push harder, run longer
Doubts and troubles all lost

I continue running
down a path I'll never see

I'll continue running ...