war zone

July 18, 2013

their clothes are red, they're playing dead
it's here i found them the little boy said
they were hiding in the bushes
daddy was there, too
i tried to wake him, and he wouldn't move
he thinks it's funny but i think it's cruel
i found you in the bushes
i found you in the bushes!
mommy is crying and i don't know why
i say he'll wake, she tells me lies
he's hiding in the bushes, he is gone
no, he's hiding in the bushes
this isn't fun
i don't want your lies
it's all in your head
she took her son and tucked him into bed
he swears he knows and she don't care
he was hiding in the bushes
and this isn't fair
daddy, please wake up
daddy please speak to me
the game is over, this game is over
mommy is crying and now i know why
i thought he'd wake, i believed a lie
i thought he was hiding, but i was wrong

i thought he was hiding, but he's just gone.

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jessicatamara

Life is a story ,and it's just waiting to be shared. I love to write, whether it be amateur novels, poetry, songs, whatever. Not everyone likes what I write, but I don't care. It's more for me than anyone else. It's like therapy for me, like each problem floats away with every word. A lot of times my writings can be dark, but it's because I feel the most inspired when I'm going through an emotional time. Some of these poems I post here might be old from when I was younger, too. I used to struggle with depression and my anxiety real bad, and once in a while it comes back, but I think despite all my whining, I think I'm a pretty positive person with a big heart. Just sometimes, it's not so easy to communicate with people, which is where my writing comes in :)

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