These Walls Are Coming Down. by penguin2770, literature
Literature
These Walls Are Coming Down.
If only you fucking knew.
Maybe if you paid just a little bit more attention.
You'd know I'm fucking crumbling.
I can't hold up these pressures.
You'd know I crave that comfortable red.
It's been six years.
Six years already.
And yet, it still feels like you might just come home one day.
And that's what I wish for.
For you to come home, hug me, and tell me you're sorry for being gone so long
and missing so much.
But it's been six years.
And you're not coming home.
Her heart fluttered as he passed.
Locking eyes with him for mere moments, half smiles were exchanged.
Thoughts buzzed in her head..
When will she see you again?
Lids closed, lips shut
Soft breathing, sweet dreaming
Thoughts scattered, eyes darting
Memories turned horrific scenes.
Soft breathing, sweet dreaming
Blanket wrapped around shoulders tight
Memories turned horrific scenes
Woken life seems a scheme.
Blanket wrapped around shoulders tight
Laughing, screaming, ears may ring
Woken life seems a scheme.
Tossing, turning you may be, but life has paused, let things breathe.
Laughing, screaming, ears may ring
Thoughts scattered, eyes darting
Tossing, turning you may be, but life has paused, let things breathe
Lids closed, lips shut.
Hey, I love you.
(Never think less.)
I want to listen.
(Never think otherwise.)
I have my own problems.
(We all do, y'know?)
Will you listen for once?
('Tis what I want, once in a while...)
Can you handle that?
(I believe you can.)
Hey, I love you.
(Just listen, okay?)
What is love?
Love is that one lyric in a song that makes you smile.
Love is the last little bit of ice cream in the bottom of the cone.
Love is the hug you get from your best friend when you're sad.
Love is the moment when you're with you're best friend digging holes in the park, searching for dead bodies and laughing hysterically because, what are you going to say if the cops catch you?
Love is when you're sitting with your best friends on a picnic table, not talking, just smiling because you love every second you have with them.
Love is when you fall and you have blood dripping down your leg and your friends just laugh.
Love is when
She stares out the window.
The cool breeze of spring on her face; the rumble of the school bus struggling up the hill in her ears.
She thinks of all her achievements.
Of all the things she could've acheived.
Of all the things she failed at.
Seems as though her list of failures is longer than her list of achievements..
Her life is one big failure.
Why am I still here? She wonders. Why haven't I ended this already?
She thinks of all the reasons why she's still alive.
Her friends..
Her family..
That's it. She thinks. That's all I have to live for..
She thinks of her sixth grade teacher.
"It will be okay." She promised..
She's wron
These Walls Are Coming Down. by penguin2770, literature
Literature
These Walls Are Coming Down.
If only you fucking knew.
Maybe if you paid just a little bit more attention.
You'd know I'm fucking crumbling.
I can't hold up these pressures.
You'd know I crave that comfortable red.
It's been six years.
Six years already.
And yet, it still feels like you might just come home one day.
And that's what I wish for.
For you to come home, hug me, and tell me you're sorry for being gone so long
and missing so much.
But it's been six years.
And you're not coming home.
Her heart fluttered as he passed.
Locking eyes with him for mere moments, half smiles were exchanged.
Thoughts buzzed in her head..
When will she see you again?
Lids closed, lips shut
Soft breathing, sweet dreaming
Thoughts scattered, eyes darting
Memories turned horrific scenes.
Soft breathing, sweet dreaming
Blanket wrapped around shoulders tight
Memories turned horrific scenes
Woken life seems a scheme.
Blanket wrapped around shoulders tight
Laughing, screaming, ears may ring
Woken life seems a scheme.
Tossing, turning you may be, but life has paused, let things breathe.
Laughing, screaming, ears may ring
Thoughts scattered, eyes darting
Tossing, turning you may be, but life has paused, let things breathe
Lids closed, lips shut.
She stares out the window.
The cool breeze of spring on her face; the rumble of the school bus struggling up the hill in her ears.
She thinks of all her achievements.
Of all the things she could've acheived.
Of all the things she failed at.
Seems as though her list of failures is longer than her list of achievements..
Her life is one big failure.
Why am I still here? She wonders. Why haven't I ended this already?
She thinks of all the reasons why she's still alive.
Her friends..
Her family..
That's it. She thinks. That's all I have to live for..
She thinks of her sixth grade teacher.
"It will be okay." She promised..
She's wron
She stood on the edge of the cement roof.
"Don't do it." She peered behind her. She saw him.
"You'll regret it." He said holding his hand out. "Take my hand. I can help you."
"No, you can't. You can't help me with my past. You can fix what others have done to me. You can't fix what I've done to me." She looked down at the ground where people were oblivious to what was happening. She looked down at the end of her life.
"I'm sorry." She said, looking back at him.
"No!" He yelled through clenched teeth. "Don't do it! Take my hand!"
"No. I'm sorry." She said calmly. "But, thank you for today. Thank you for letting me finally be happy for on
She sat there bouncing her foot up and down on the floor tiles.
Her thoughts blank, as she stared out the window.
Her teacher rambling on and on about pointless shit in the background.
Cars pass the school noisely.
She wants to scream.
Scream about all the shit she shouldn't have to deal with.
She's not even 15 yet, for Christ's sake.
She shouldn't have to worry about bills.
She shouldn't have to worry about possibly being taken away.
She shouldn't have to worry about the threat of being yelled and screamed at when she gets home.
She shouldn't have to deal with any of that shit.
She wants to scream.
She wants to break.
She could leave.
She could move in with her sister.
She'd be able to live with her for a while..
Just a little while.
She's sure she'd be able to.
She'd stay out of her sister's way.
Even help around the house if she needed to.
She just needs to get out for a while.
Not too long..
Maybe a few weeks.
Maybe a month at max..
She just needs a vacation..
That's all she's asking for..
Me. That's the only person I know how to be. So. Who am I?
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