Drowned.

SPLASH. Water engulfs me like a mother's arms. An abusive mother. A mother that doesn't love. One that has spikes pertruding from her heart and piercing her skin. Piercing my skin. Weighing me down and not letting me escape from her embrace. I panic. I thrash my arms wildly to reach the surface, but this wasn't an ordinary body of water. The water was heavy. This water was hot. Boiling. I gasp for air, but I swallow hatred and loneliness. I could feel the liquid force its way to the back of my throat. The taste of heat and salt stampeded onto my tongue. I could no longer move. My legs felt numb and my arms weak from the struggle. I swallowed and it burned. I could feel myself sinking. Myself thinking, "Why would she do this?" Bubbles formed around me. Formed against me. Attacking my sight. I didn't know which way was up. My vision began to get blurry. The death fluid blackened. I drifted into unconscienceness. My breathing stopped. My body stiffened. Only God knew where the current would take me..

Amber Part 3

I sat, comfortably, with my legs crossed on the bean bag chair in the guidance counselor's office. I hate this place. All she wants to do is talk about your feelings. Vomit burns the back of my throat just thinking about it. Paco was sitting next to me on the sofa. His clothes were torn and his nose seemed broken. He held a, now, melting bag of ice on it. This room was so calming and peaceful, though. The walls were a light purple, with cotton filled butterflies hanging from the ceilings. The trimmings were a lime green with pictures of flowers embedded into the design. I would actually prefer to live here.. but I could never tell anyone that. What? I already get picked on enough! Anyway, I could hear the counselor, Ms. Lovings, talking to the principal in the back room.

The Lord is a Scapegoat

Put your faith into Him
Believe in Him
Thank Him. Praise Him.
Have you seen Him?
Meet Him. Greet Him.
No. You trouble Him.
If there is a Him.
He only answers what has no explanation.
The Lord is my scapegoat.
Whenever I'm in a bind.
I blame him.
When I'm blessed I blame him.
Call on Him.
Need Him. Want Him.
Accuse Him.
Religion isn't science.

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Fairy Tales Aren't Real

After weeks of continuous wiggling
It finally came out!
And it didn't hurt one bit
When it fell from my mouth
My mom said put it under your pillow
Just for safe keeping
And in the peak of night
She will come. Gifts she'll be bringing
I dreamed of this magical fairy
Cause I knew she'd be coming
But when I awoke, I saw my tooth
She brought me nothing!
This made me doubt everything
As I ate my morning meal
Santa, The Easter Bunny
Are any of them real?
I told my mom what happened
I saw worry in her face
I asked why didn't she come
And she replied, "she's just running late."
I layed in my bed,
I repeated my actions that night
Hoping she won't pass me
I tucked my molar less tight
I awoke to a dollar
A dollar that was late
I added it to my piggy bank
And confirmed to myself..
"Everything is fake."

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