Alice Clifford
I’m 16 and I just like to write because I think it’s interesting.
Alice Clifford
I’m 16 and I just like to write because I think it’s interesting.
I’m 16 and I just like to write because I think it’s interesting.
I’m 16 and I just like to write because I think it’s interesting.
Amelia took a deep breath, and pushed open the door to her 20-year high school reunion. she stepped through. The cold hall, the wooden floor, the blinding lights hanging from the ceiling, the projector screen still hanging at the front. it was exactly how she remembered.
not everything was the same.
you know what they say,
high school is either the best or worst year of your life,
well.
for Amelia...
you'll never guess what..
i heard she got with him
i heard shes a whore
did you see her arms?
i heard she cuts herself
that is why she doesn't come to school
oh really?
i heard it's because shes depressed
what a slag
no one even likes her
did you see her hair today?
i saw her talking to that boy
OH YEAH i heard there fucking
i heard shes a lesbian
nah no way shes too much of a hoe
shes such a fag
...
if silence had a scent, it would smell like you
it would smell like your perfume
your bed sheets
your washing powder
your favourite foods
your house
because to me
you are silence
although you speak to me
you never really do
do you?
your silent
i can see the thoughts you keep inside
i can hear your shame
smell your silence
if silence had a scent it would be you
and even though it makes me sick, the...
did i cross the line...?
did i go too far this time?
did i take too many?
did i go too deep?
my limbs..weaken
my vision..fading
my mind..
my
my mind..
i went too far.
fuck
i think i took it too far..
the cold floor of my bathroom beneath me
my head rests on the tile
i watch myself in the mirror
as my life fades away
my heart slows
i feel a numb sensation all over
i can barely even breathe
my heart...
I am a bad person.
I hurt people
I make mistakes
I hate myself
I hate everyone around me
I’m rude
I’m unkind
I’m agressive and unfair
I’m violent and isolated
But
Beneath the surface
Behind the anger and the yelling and screaming
Is just a girl
Who doesn’t know how to love
A girl who is in pain
And a girl who is a good person
Beneath it all
I am a good person
Yes I do bad things
But...
Don’t walk home alone,ever
Don’t smile,don’t wear your hair up,
Don’t wear a short skirt and never forget a drink is currency for your body.
Don’t stay out too late,
Don’t dress up or your a whore
Don’t only wear sweats or your ugly
these are the rules we’ve learned
From years of being told that our body’s are nothing but a waste of space unless we allow them to be used by a man and having that p...
In the heart of the party under the neon lights our paths crossed igniting endless nights. The glow of the street lights blinded me as you walked towards me you stumbled as you asked for my number and we spent that night in a state of wonder we wondered where we were we wondered how we met and we wondered how this could end the sky darkens your eyes light up as I see you stare at me from across th...
One day we’ll be all grown up,
One day it won’t hurt us anymore,
One day we’ll be able to look at eachother and say we made it.
One day my love.
One day is our I love you 3000.
And I know,one day,we can be forever,
One day we won’t have to only see eachother every three weeks,
One day,I won’t be “just a call away” I’ll be just one word away,
One day I get to see you every day,
One day,
One day my...
who broke this window?
my mother asked,
"it wasn't me" a young alice replied,
"who left the milk out?"
my mother yelled
yet again
young alice replied "it wasn't me"
it was,
it was me.
i never admitted it, not because i didn't believe it was me, not because i didn't know
nut because i feared the fact it was
the fear that i may hurt someone
i have hurt many people in my life
i always say it wasn't ...
i never had a home, so to say
i never had a place where i was safe or loved,
never had a place to call home,
and that was what i needed,
more than anything.
as a kid i would find small pieces of it everywhere,
my broken home had shattered into tiny pieces and planted itself into the people i knew,
the people i no longer know,
as they left i lost all senses of that piece of me,
those piece...