PainkillerCaffine poisons the system.Painkiller3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I keep my eyes open
to stop the dreams.
Waterproof mascara never lasts.
I paint my face
to cover the shadows.
A balanced diet is key.
I will drown
if I eat
Knives are dangerous.
I need them
to feel calm
One should not see their own blood.
I need the pain
to feel okay.
You must clean the wounds.
This is were we agree
For now anyway.
FadeYou hold me closerFade3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because you know I'm fading.
My eyes glaze over
as I slip away.
I close them
to bring back the feeling.
I hold you tighter,
but I think I'm nothing.
Are you proud yet?I know you're not proud of me,Are you proud yet?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The choices I've made,
So why can't you leave me be?
When I'm kissing my girlfriend,
Why can't I just get a boyfriend?
When you send me to my room,
Are you proud?
When my tears drown me,
And I have nothing left to do
But turn to my knife?
Are you proud knowing you're the reason
I find my scars to be so beautiful,
Even though you tell me they're horrid.
Take a look around,
Step out of your generation.
No one else cares anymore,
Who's so disgusted by the fact
That, for once, I'm happy.
Are you proud yet?
Transgender Day Of RememberanceMother, I don't get it,Transgender Day Of Rememberance3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why are you so sad?
Daddy, what's wrong?
You look a little mad.
Is it something I did?
Is it someone I know?
I don't know who to ask.
I don't know where to go.
A boy at school was in a dress,
but he said he it wasn't fun,
when we traded, some man came,
he said we had to run.
The man ran fast,
We were to slow,
he caught us both and then...
Mom, Dad, it's white here,
not red like that man said.
I see angels dressed in white,
not demons cloaked in red.
And they handed me a dress,
and said I could wear whatever.
The boy, in pants, took my hand,
and said "Let's fly together."
Mommy, I love this place,
but I don't know where you are,
I hear your voice sometmes,
but the real you's just too far.
Daddy, why'd you bring me flowers,
and set them on the dirt?
Why does that stone have my name?
Why do you look hurt?
Who's the man you're cursing?
Was he that evil man?
Daddy, please forgive him,
or do the best you can.
It's not his fault that I'm a freak,
that he thought
I. Am. A. Man.Once upon a time, there was a little boy, and one night, when his mother tucked him into bed, he said, "Mummy, when I grow up, I wanna be a fireman."I. Am. A. Man.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
His mother laughed. "You mean a firewoman, right?"
The boy looked confused. "No, Mummy," he said. "I wanna be a fireman. A fireMAN."
His mother shook her head. "You can't be, sweetie."
"Why not?" he asked, frowning.
"Honey, you're a girl," his mother corrected.
The boy was confused. A girl? How could he be a GIRL? He was a boy, and he knew it.
The years passed, and the boy became a teenager,
and the horror started.
His body tried to prove it was female, but the boy knew otherwise.
He knew he was a boy, despite the fact his body was rebelling and trying to say otherwise.
His mother laughed when she found out about his "monthly issue". "You've become a woman now," she said.
And then, every month, the boy would cry;
But even though he was scared of what his body was trying to do, and even though he didn't look it, he STILL knew;
He was a man
PedestalDon't put me up on a pedestal, I'm not royalty and I'm never going to be amazing the way you say I am.Pedestal4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't want you to believe I'm something better, only to be let down when I break your vases and shatter your plates.
I'm me and I'm sorry that I'm not that fantastic, stunning being that you tell me and everyone else that I am.
I'm ugly when I wake up, and I'm fat without a shirt on.
I'm not gorgeous. I'm sorry.
Don't lie to yourself. I gave up trying to convince you.
I forgot what the mirror that talks feels like; she doesn't yell at me anymore, she believes you now. God, does she believe you.
Don't put me on a pedestal as some amazing, creature of perfection.
I'm not perfection.
I probably never will be.
I'm sorry, but don't keep telling me I'm perfect.
I make you cry, I make you yell, I make you hurt, I don't mean to but I do.
I'm human, and people get hurt when perfection can't be achieved.
And I cannot achieve it for you. I'm sorry.
But it's not realistic to