A little piece of me

These two poems here are newer ones, both connected in a way. They are both a piece of me, of my thoughts, of my emotion, my thoughts. I've debated for a few days about whether or not I should post them, because they are so personal. They might not be my best poems, and they might not have that 'flow', but like I said, it's a piece of me.

Thirteen
Ice lodges itself
in my throat.
Gasping; I need air.
I stumble,
someone catches me,
wraps their arms around me.
Memories burned to
the under-side of
my lids.
I am weak,
my eyes close.
The pictures dance
in front of my eyes.
They stab my body,
I am weak.
Words try to calm me,
they do not work.
I gasp for air.
The memories come faster,
quick punches and blades.
Memories of a sister,
a friend, a hope.
I try to hide them away,
but I am weak,
and I am only me.


A Secret Wish
Can I get a moment
of serious thoughts,
because I need to talk.
I need to explain,
what's happening
with me.
Confused, scared,
angry, and only thirteen.
These thoughts
bother me.
I'll smile and lie,
but she still
haunts my dreams.
And in the quiet of the night,
I still find tears
in the corner of my eye.
I need a moment
of serious thoughts,
because I need to talk.