Let's DanceLife and Death
They talk to me every day
and I talk back
often with my middle finger raised.
throws things at me
"I dare you.
You can't beat these."
and I say
"Bring it. I will fight
every one of them."
beckons to me every day
whispering in my ear
breathing down my neck
"Come with me
and the pain will end."
and I say
"Leave it. I will fight
for every inch of my life."
throws me one hell of a curveball
straight at my head
a new trick it's never tried before
I catch it one-handed
and turn to Life and Death.
and I say
Family Room -self-injury-In the family room, everyone just sits aroundFamily Room -self-injury-5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Fingers click on keyboards, intermittent sound
Mom looks up "support," dad searches "behavior"
The girl just types "somebody find me a savior"
They covered the basics, her wrist's bandaged up
They told her they loved her, praying that was enough
Mom hopes that she'll live, dad prays that she'll smile
The girl just asks if she can sleep for a while
None of them knows how it started or why
What first consumed her with daydreams to die
Mom wants it to end, dad wants it to heal
The girl just wishes that she couldn't feel
The trinity sits in the room they abhor
Depression and discord make horrid decor
Mom wants to run from it, dad wants to fight it
The girl just wants to disappear inside it
In the family room, nobody utters a word
Nothing is spoken so nothing is heard
Mom loves the silence, Dad wants to speak up
The girl just lies there and pretends it's love.
BPDI hate myself for making mistakes.BPD4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hate myself for hurting people.
I hate myself for having borderline personality disorder.
I hate myself for being an attention whore because of BPD.
I hate myself for being manipulative because of BPD.
I hate myself for exaggerating things because of BPD.
Basically, I hate myself for having a disorder.
Because you can't fix BPD.
You can learn to live with it, but you can't fix it.
BPD people are fucked up and that's all the detail I'm going to go into.
Google it if you're curious.
It should explain the million journals
and the constant complaining
and the blowing things out of proportion
and the overreactions
and everything else you hate about me
(and that I hate about myself.)
BPD is a personality disorder.
You can't change someone's personality.
It's a personality type
(dangerous, unpleasant, disgusting)
that stems from
They haven't figured me out yet.
I can't change it.
I can't fix it.
I can't make it go away
no matter how much I wa
EscapeI'm trying to escape,Escape10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
trying to get away,
trying to ignore what they do,
forget about what they say.
No move I ever make,
can ever be one right,
every simple thing I say,
always starts a fight.
I'm sorry I'm not perfect,
the way I'm supposed to be,
the thing is your slowly killing me,
why can't you see?
I'd really like to run away,
where someone would understand,
to someone who could see my pain,
and gently take my hand.
-she seeks solace-1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the crevices of her mind
because it's the only place
where innocence still remains;
and it is the only place
where she can think
without the corruption of the world plaguing her mind.
FlawedInsecurities.Flawed5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Screaming at me,
clawing at every inch
of my body.
That little voice inside my head
sounding strangely like my own,
tearing me down,
from the inside.
Each hate-filled blow,
hits harder than the last.
Each self-inflicted cut,
hidden in shame,
nonexistent to the piercing eyes of others,
visible only in that lonely mirror reflection.
little dotted lines drawn
over every flawed bit of me.
Not pretty enough,
There is not a perfect inch
within my being.
Why can't I be beautiful?
VIII. a note on self-injury. let me be the first to tell you that cutting doesn't bring about the same pain that an accidental slice, abrasion, wound, or nick does.VIII. a note on self-injury.8 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
relief, calm, focus, release, yes-
but pain? hardly.
a doctor might tell you that the two wounds are the same. but any cutter will tell you that no other scrape or cut will run as read, as true- with as much force as that which is self-inflicted.
a cut, you see, is perfect. it's kind. it's understanding. it washes away all chaos and emotional turmoil with beads of red (and if you're deep enough, mahogany) that quickly join and run down the length of your arm.
a cut is simple. predictable. the slice, the bite. the blood. the scab. the itching the next day. the eventual scarring. the fading. and when you can no longer see the angry marks, the inexplicable and undeniable urge to make them appear again.
even your excuses are bland a
-i. the world would be a better place if-1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
no longer existed
there is far too little time
to hold such bitterness in our hearts.
ii. the world would be a better place if
we found homes
in each other
home is where the heart is,
and my heart lies with you.
iii. the world would be a better place if
to believe in ourselves
it’s okay to fall
when you will rise once more.
iv. the world would be a better place if
the scars that adorn our bodies
in our flaws.
v. the world is a better place
because of your kindness
and everything you do.
Letter MemeROFL THIS IS HILARIOUS. I rarely do memes anymore but this one was worth doing. Seriously, rofl.Letter Meme4 years ago in Personal More Like This
I don't really know how to tell you this, but I dislike you. I think I realized it when you put cuffs on me at the mental hospital and I saw you sit on my avocado plant. I'm sure you're man enough to understand that your pimples are at the last stage. I'm returning the pictures of LA to you,but I'll keep your collection of butterflies as a memory. You should also know that I told in my confession today about our friendship.
Good luck on your short-term leave from jail,
I TAG EVERYONE BECAUSE THIS ONE IS ACTUALLY AMUSING. "I think I realized it when you put cuffs on me at the mental hospital." ohhhh my gaaaaawd also yeah, Maya, good luck on your leave from jail. Maya is like...she would never end up in jail. ...okay, she MIGHT go to jail for "sexually assaulting" (read: glomping) a celebrity. DAVEY GLOMP!
RULES: Do the "Letter MEME". Tag no less
Puddle-jumpingShe looks through a puddle to the hole on the other side.Puddle-jumping2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Some dreams fell down there a while ago, and if she can just snag a little of the bright ribbon at their tails, perhaps she could follow them in there.
I mean, it looks quite nice, what with all the blue glowing back at her pigtails, and the
clouds seem quite friendly. I wonder if they know hide and seek?
So in she jumps, wellies and all, but somehow only manages a splash and a splutter, and a muddy pattern over her socks.
But it doesn't matter - there's always tomorrow. She'll try again then.
For it's sad, really, when others look into puddles and all they expect to see is the ground.
Living with BorderlineYou try to clear these thoughts from inside your head,Living with Borderline4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as you lay there restless in your bed,
seems that no one could fully understand,
how the weight of the world lingers from doubt to consequence.
But that's life of a person with border line,
one minute your on top of the world, the next your drowning in your mind,
never letting any one get close enough to know you,
because the image you portray and who you really are, arn't the same.
You seem to be a woman of grace,
with the world at her finger tips,
but deep inside fear drives you, eats at you, and controls you.
You wear a smile on that pretty dainty face,
but inside your mind you feel as if your just a waste of time,
your un trusting but trust worthy,
loving to extremes and feeling heavily,
see no one could ever understand how self defeating it really is,
cause no one would last a single second in your head.
You walk in enormous foot prints,
stumbling and lost inside your own lies,
fear and doubt, anger and hurt weighin
The Borderline Its hard to find love when your heart isn't working correct,The Borderline6 years ago in Open More Like This
and when emotions become a strange non working substance,
when you can't feel things the way other people feels them,
and when you are told that you are cold and drained from empathy.
I yearn for acceptance and someone to love me
All I want is someone to understand that I'm not hurting people on purpose
But sometimes I suspect people hurting me on purpose
And sometimes I just don't see why I'm more twisted than everybody else.