The Bracelet ProjectI saw this on tumblr... I thought I'd share it with all of you.The Bracelet Project2 years ago in Personal More Like This
“The Bracelet Project.
Each disorder has a color that corresponds to it.
Anorexia is Red.
Bulimia is Purple.
EDNOS is Pink.
Depression is blue.
Self harm is Orange or Black.
Fasting at the time is Green.
Suicidal is Yellow.
Overweight/Obese is Turquoise.
Anxiety/Panic disorder/OCD is Teal.
Adding 1 white bead means you’re trying to recover.
If your bracelet is half of the color that your disease is and half white it means you’re in recovery.
You can also make the strand the main disorder you have then add beads to your lesser disorders, or if you have EDNOS, if you have more anorexic or bulimic tendencies then you can add a red or purple bead.
If you see a girl in public wearing one, you are supposed to make eye contact and point to your bracelet. If she nods then you know she is part of the bracelet project.
Spread awareness about the bracelet project.”
mine is blue, with a red, pink, black and
Luck LuckLuck2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I step out into the road,
Hear a screech of tyres,
I'm told I'm lucky to be alive,
I tell them all they're liars.
Laying alone on a hospital bed,
They tell me the cancer hasn't spread,
They tell me I'm lucky to be alive,
I tell them I never want to survive.
I'm told they got here just in time,
But the overdose was a plan of mine,
They say one more hour and I'd be dead,
Couldn't they leave me alone instead?
Jeff NilsenI'm truthful when I write,Jeff Nilsen2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe it's the only true moments I have in my life
When the writings get shared I know someone else knows the truth too.
The thoughts that linger in my head
Reverberating as I try to beat them down
Only flow neatly when I have a pen in my hand
And a hope in my heart.
I know that when someone reads my writing
They know ME, they know who I am without a covering
It feels good that my English teacher
Knows me, better than anyone in this school
Only because he has read a few of my better pieces
Telling me the poet we based our poetry on
Would be proud and under that an A+
I know I got to him with the story of a past that made me
Who I am as I sit in his class and fake smiles
He knows that I was beat
That I've attempted to take my life
And he smiles warmly at me
And tells me that it is an excellent piece
I think maybe this is the best I have ever felt about writing
I'm Begging You, PleasePlease stop thereI'm Begging You, Please2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Before you die
Standing in your glass tears,
The shards that you cry.
They'll cut you all over,
And your heart will stop as you bleed.
So don't fall down, dear,
Because that's something you'll need.
Be Mine ForeverHold me tight; stroke my hair,Be Mine Forever2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Kiss my lips and twirl me in mid air.
Call me Luv; watch me pray,
Lock me in your arms and caress away.
Sing me songs; brush my tears,
Just let me clutch and my fears shall disappear.
Recite my jokes; and the silly bed-time stories,
Make me accept and bring back the glory.
Be my hope; the one who always inspires,
As you are the one who my heart desires.
Be my strength; show me light,
Watch the stars be aligned tonight.
Show me reality; make me believe.
Else love is the last thing I shall ever perceive.
What We AreI'm fucked upWhat We Are2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're fucked up
We're all fucked up
but that's okay
We are who we want to be
an everlasting war with society
Hanging by the noose
of poverty and misconception
laughing out suicide
our undead dreams
can never really die
Welcome to our lives
where self medication helps you smile
and forgotten sodomy
Filled in a cyonide world
a sick concoction
of synthetic drugs and
Crying out blasphemy
making truth out of propaganda
take the blade that raped your brother
and the pills that killed your lover
An inspiration made from sin
pain and mistakes
a passion in finding
more than just sorrows
out of these lost souls
Inosense lost as children
just wanting it back
a hopeless wish
made as delinquents
All we are
is what we've become
and losing drug addicts
shot down artists
and starving loners
We're whithered and unseen
but we keep on living
in this war with society
Even MeYour words still echo in my ears as I slam the door behind me.Even Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've packed my bags again, left
the house behind, ran from your
cold blue eyes. Ran from the woman
I might have grown up to be.
Your God held my hand and took me
to a staircase, told me he loves
everyone, even me. Your God touched
my heart and told me I would
be fine. Your God gave me love,
peace of mind.
The sobs wrench
as I fall
to the ground again,
you can see the fire
in my eyes as you hiss
that I shouldn't play at things that
make me cry. I am going to snap.
I know who I am.
You are the only thing
that makes me cry these days.
You say that evil has a hold on me.
Yes, you do. That much is certain.
I am not yet strong enough
to tear myself free of your pink lacquered
nails, your cold blue eyes, the woman
I might have grown
Optimistically PessimisticThere's brokenOptimistically Pessimistic2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Then there's shattered to the core
There's saying I don't care
Or I don't love you anymore
And theres frustratingly out of reach
There are lessons left to learn
But those lessons they'll never teach
There are promises
Then there are hollow and empty lies
There are moments that you treasure
And moments you want to die
And there's tired of going on
There is waiting for forever
But forever will never come...
PleasePlease, somebody notice i'm drowning in a ocean of my own emotionPlease3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Please, somebody notice the silence swallowing me up once more
Please, somebody notice, i hate myself with all my heart
Why won't anybody see that i am slowly dissolving away
It doesn't matter
I'm not worth saving
I am a failure through and through
I am so tired of hating myself
I am so tired of nobody seeing what is happening to me
My only friend is the razor that bites into my skin
Maybe next time i'll cut deeper
Maybe next time, i won't survive
So much blood everywhere
Paint the walls with it
Everybody look at my art
Isn't it beautiful
I need more paint, more blood
I must cut deeper
Through sinew and muscle
Here the moon whisper sweet nothings in my ear as i silently slip away into the darkness
Here comes death on skeleton wings spread high
I want to end it all.Wouldn't it be niceI want to end it all.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To do all those things
That you could only dream of doing
Slicing open your wrists
To watch the life slowly bleed out of you
Hanging off that end of the rope
To feel the breath slowly squeezed out of you
Getting that gun, and taking the shot
To feel your brains blown out of your head
You want to do it
But you're a coward
Just do it already
And save the world
A whole lotta trouble.
Leaves Only Fall In September- Chapter 1Leaves Only Fall In September- Chapter 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Dear Diary .
They say leaves only fall during the fall. But that's the worst lie ever. I've seen leaves wither and fall before, at any times a year, it's not just happening during the winter, oh god how are people naïve to think so. During the whole summer, this leaf have blossomed, lived as happily as it could on the edge of that branch on the big and green oak tree. But the leaf suddenly became sick and brown, way too soon, and at last it was so brown and dry, that it let go from the branch, and parachuted slowly down to the ground in lazy spirals. My dad is that leaf. He used to be the most active man I could ever imagine in my messed up head, he biked to wok, even though it took him a half an hour on that rusty old bike. Every weekend, we went fishing, him my little brother and I. he always carried the heavy boxes of fish we had caught, and then we cooked dinner together. When we, Isaac and I, had relationship or friendship troubles, he bought ice cream, shared
TwoI.Two2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I cannot understand
why you won't look up
at me, your soft memories
spread out like colored
paint in front of you. Your
tears cover and cover me.
Your eyes are black-rimmed ice
that warms only for
me, your powdered-sugar
smile honest only for me.
I watch the moon rise
across your shoulders,
nobody else has loved me
the way you do.
I'm sorry he loves me too.
I'm sorry I've disappointed you.
I'm sorry I can never give back
everything you've given me.
Standing in my doorway, you
and your coffee knee-socks,
early morning love. Capture
me in a photograph and
hold me with your caramel
hands. It cannot be just us
anymore, we've changed,
I know, but you're still
the brightest, darkest
thing I've ever touched.
Why are you doing this to me?
How dare you? How dare he?
How dare anyone else love you?
I've always loved you most
of all. I'll steal you away under
the champagne stars and let
your deep collars consume me,
your tartan eyes fill my soul
to overflowing. I'll reel you
She is My SanctuaryThey Don't know who I really am.She is My Sanctuary3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They have never met the real me.
Yet they feel they have the right to judge me?
See that girl there? She is the same as me in that respect.
She has openly proved it several times.
So why is it that she floats atop a sea of friends,
Whilst I'm drowning in the lonely undertow?
Why is it always my locker plastered with hateful messages?
Why is it the one time I decide to try and look a little nice,
I am all of a sudden a slut?
Why is all of this hatred pointed towards me?
Pondering the question, I seek my only sanctuary.
Few even know about her, yet she is my cure, my salvation.
Only with her can I be my true self.
She understands me in every way, and I, her.
And in that sanctuary with her I have learned
No one can tell you who you have to be.
No one can harm your pride if you refuse to let them.
No one is worth the pain they have put you through.
It is her that keeps my heart beating.
She is why I want to wake up every m
You Wouldn't CareYou wouldn't really care, would you?You Wouldn't Care2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I were to leave this neighborhood
And never return, even for Christmas
If I were to go to a new white house
With baby blue shutters
And a white picket fence
With a Retriever, a Lab, and a tabby
A husband; two children, a boy
and a girl-
No, you wouldn't care in the slightest
So I might as well pack up and leave
(Except I won't, because, to be honest,
I really, really wish that you would)