Nightmares

I often have nightmare about him,
His screams of pain and cries for help echo through the night.
It’s pitch black, no stars, no moon to guide him.
The smell of blood in the air surrounds him.
Is it his?
Yes, he touches his chest and feels holes everywhere.
He didn’t even see it coming.

He wants his mom and dad,
Even his brother and sister,
He doesn’t want to leave his niece and nephew.

Demons used to haunt him.
Almost drove him mad, a gun to his head and brother’s chest.
He stayed strong,
This time he can’t hold on.
He closes his eyes for the last time,
A whisper on his lips;
‘I love you all, goodbye.’

I awake with tears streaming down my face,
Horrible images fresh in my mind.
Of him . . . My uncle Jess.

Isis Rose Gloomy - 15 years, 1 month, 7 days ago

Who I Am
-Isis Rose-


He may hate me for who i am
but i stand tall with my arms raised high
he puts me down time after time
but i am who i am
i'm not scared to speak my mind
i do it all the time
may have been soiled when little
but over come did i

bi
and
proud
this
is
me
this
is
who
i
am
Isis Rose Gloomy - 15 years, 7 months, 11 days ago

The Way She Feels by Between The Trees


Shes upset
Bad day
Heads for the dresser drawer to
Drive her pain away
Nothing good can come of this.
She opens it theres nothing there
Its only left over tears
Mom and dad had no right she screams
The anger runs down both of her cheeks.

Then she closed her eyes
And found relief in a knife
The blood flows as she cries

All alone the way she feels
Left alone to deal with all the pain-drenched sorrow relief
Bite the lip just forget the bleeding

Then she closed her eyes
And found relief in a knife
The blood flows as she cries [x2]

Curled up shes on the floor
Relief left her she had hoped for something more
From it (hoped for something more)
From it
He leans down to comfort her
She is weeping and He
Wraps His arms around
And around and around and...
The deeper you cut
The deeper I hurt
The deeper you cut
It only gets worse [x2]
Gets worse.


Now shes slowly opening... [x2]
New eyes...

She opened her eyes
And found relief in His life
And put down her knives.

She opened her life
And found relief through His eyes
And put down
She put down her life.


Isis Rose Gloomy - 15 years, 7 months, 14 days ago