MemoriesItchy, itchyMemories2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Scratch the scab
(But not too hard!)
Don't want it to bleed
The scab fades
Out of my drawer
On to my body
Scabs fading into memories
And when they do,
I can make more
(Without the blade)
Look in the mirror
Scarred and starved
(So you think you can stop?)
I know I can.
I'm Fine. Really.I'm fine.I'm Fine. Really.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can't you see that?
There's nothing wrong.
My razor blade is stained with red.
My stomach has been empty for days.
My wrists are scarred and cut.
Sometimes I just want to die.
Haven't I told you yet?
Bu then again, maybe I'm not fine.
Maybe it's bad that I want to die.
Maybe it's bad that my arms bleed so much.
Maybe, just maybe, it's not okay.
But you don't know that.
You can't see my pain.
After all, I just told you
HopeLet those unwanted memories pass,Hope2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And be positive and start anew
Forget the awful past,
And look forward to where you're heading to
Let us head towards the road of hope,
With a thousand doves passing by
In a vast field of withered grass,
Grows a sprout with utmost pride
As you mourn from a grave mistake,
Let me tell you about the box of Pandora
When you feel you are not worth a task,
Remember that everyone has his flaw
Never let the tiniest of discourages
Become a hindrance in your way
Instead of worrying and worrying,
Be happy, be gay
Pouring my heart outYOU ARE NOT ALONE,Pouring my heart out2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
did you hear me?
You are not alone!
It is not your fault,
It isn't, hey, DID YOU HEAR ME?
Are you listening?
There is hope!
There is love,
Happiness is a choice
but you have to try to overcome the pain first,
you have to decide that whoever hurt you is not worth your anger
That you WILL NOT let them control your life or emotions
That you are stronger than they are
BECAUSE YOU ARE A BETTER PERSON
Because you are loved
Because you would never hurt someone the way you have been hurt
You are hope,
It's there, I can see it in you.
I can feel it in your words and yes,
even in your pain.
I know that you can do it
It isn't easy, but you are not alone,
The hurt rise up to protect each other,
from distances unmeasured and with power unseen,
we are the hurt, the victims
once hopeless, now an army,
a support to help people like us
to break through the barriers that numb us,
that make us hurt us when we don't deserve it,
that convince us that there is nothing better,
but there is
LivingIt began in middle school,Living2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where you really don't know what to expect.
I walk into class-
I see these boys-
and my life was never the same.
There were four of them-
and one of me-
I hadn't said a word to any of them
yet they quickly found delight in
getting under my skin.
Nothing was good enough for them,
every single little hair and fleck of flesh
"Shut up, no one cares about you!"
they said worse things too-
Every day I faced their insults
and I found myself crying-
I walk into class-
the same tormentors!
And that year it wasn't just those boys,
girls joined them too-
in gym they aimed for my head and face
with basket and soccer balls,
cursing and spitting at me
the worst names they could think-
I don't know how many times I was beaten-
I close my eyes-
I begin to think-
perhaps they're right-
I wanted to be accepted,
I wanted them to leave me alone-
so if I was