Dying

January 15, 2012
By chloena_garrett GOLD, Colorado City, Texas
chloena_garrett GOLD, Colorado City, Texas
19 articles 13 photos 180 comments

Favorite Quote:
At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.

Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep.

A poem is never finished, only abandoned.

Art is the only way to run away without leaving home.


My heart is falling.
Somebody! Catch it!
Don't let my pieces shatter.
Don't let what's left of me
crumble into a nothingness
that I can't cure.
Six inches from
the ground now.
Reach out your hand
and save me.
Can you hear my
whispered screams
begging for your help?
Can you hear my beating
heart pleading for mercy?
Two inches from the ground.
One now...
Now a half.
CRASH!
Thanks for being there
when I needed you...
Not.
You let me fall.
I'm dying.
Resurrect me...
You walk away.
The perfect crime.
A single red teardrop
falls from my eye
as I take my
last few breaths.
"I.... Love.... You", I wheeze.
You turn to me
and look me in the eyes.
You whisper something
that I cannot hear.
You turn away and
keep on walking.
My shattered heart
stops beating...
Then everything
fades to gray.



Similar Articles

JOIN THE DISCUSSION

This article has 3 comments.


XCBVIA GOLD said...
on Sep. 13 2013 at 9:04 pm
XCBVIA GOLD, Delaware, Ohio
14 articles 1 photo 28 comments

Favorite Quote:
NGU. Never give up.

Chloe that was awesome. And it had a strangely dark humorous side.. "Thanks for being there when i needed you... NOT." LOL Anyways, back to all seriousnessness, that poem was beautiful. It made my heart ache and laugh at the same time. The emotion was captivating. Um... i got some poetry and maybe pics to upload to teen ink my account, but it'll take a while to get approval. So anyways, talk to you soon hopefully!

on Feb. 6 2012 at 8:43 am
chloena_garrett GOLD, Colorado City, Texas
19 articles 13 photos 180 comments

Favorite Quote:
At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.

Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep.

A poem is never finished, only abandoned.

Art is the only way to run away without leaving home.

thanks. I tried... lol.

on Feb. 5 2012 at 11:45 pm
HeatherBee BRONZE, I Live In, Texas
1 article 0 photos 1985 comments

Favorite Quote:
Go on and try to tear me down. I will be rising from the ground, like a skyscraper

Love is louder than the pressure to be perfect

woah, that had a powerful story... 5/5


SciArc

MacMillan Books

Aspiring Writer? Take Our Online Course!