Ode to Darkness

Darkness,

Comforting me when no one else can,

Smiling at me and stretching out his hand.

Darkness

Swirling ‘round me in pitch black waves,

Whispering to me, “Darkness saves.”

Darkness,

He lets me punch him and beat him,

Then holds me and soothes my every limb.

Darkness,

Who knows just what its like

To have everyone drag you away from the light.

Darkness,

He can scan my emotions,

Then let me pour out my tears, drowning us in an ocean.

Darkness,

He doesn’t judge me for what I think,

Rather writes my thoughts on my heart using himself as ink.

Darkness,

He knows my heart and my soul,

And has seen me when I’m out of control.

Darkness,

Filling up my lungs

Taking control of my heart and tongue,

Oh Darkness

Darkness what have you done?

This war on myself that we fought, you won.

//Ode to Darkness{k.b.}//

Silhouette

I feel like a silhouette 
Just a black shape
No defined features
At least not that others can see. 
The freckles on my nose
The light in my eyes
The crookedness of my smile 
All invisible. 
The thinks that make up me
The stray hairs
The chipped nail polish
The poor posture
All invisible. 
And those are just the outward things
What about everything inside of me
The thoughts
The feelings
The ideas
All invisible 
The words
The cries
The very essence of my being
All invisible. 
I'm just a silhouette 
Plain and simple. 
I'm just a silhouette 
And I feel invisible. {k.b}

Fight Back

One person.  

That's all I need. 

Just someone,

To be there for me. 

I don't need a group of friends,

Who see me as their queen,

Lord knows girls like that

Are my enemies. 

But someone would be nice,

One I could talk to,

I could spill my secrets out,

Like I've been meaning to do. 

Because soon I'm going to burst,

This bottle is fragile you know. 

Soon Ill be shattered,

Just pieces across the floor. 

Far far away,

one will stumble upon me,

And find nothing left

But my broken remains. 

they'll pick up a shard

And see nothing but black, 

The result of me not being strong enough,

To fight the demons back. 

A murderer that is

5 years old and I saw the brokenness of the world.
The crime
The horror 
The monstrosity. 
I saw the theives
And the rebels
And the murderers. 
I told my self I would never become one. 
A murderer that is. 
Floating through the years,
The evil was still there, but I paid no heed.
I never dreamed I would become one of them.
A murdurer that is. 
But I've killed someone. 
A girl
Happy
Carefree
Living the heck out of her life. 
She's gone. 
I killed her. 
Now there's only this shell of a human. 
Empty.
Broken. 
I don't want to live anymore. 
My strength is nearly gone. 
Used up trying to find this girl. 
But she's been destroyed. 
Torn to shreds. 
And I don't think she can be put back together again.