BrokenThere is a girl who denied what's right,Broken3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
'Cause when she was alone, she couldn't fight.
She started losing hope in everything,
Stopped trying to see what the future might bring.
She gave up on God in Heaven above,
She lost her path from the power of love,
She wanted everything to go away,
She tried to take her life one day.
She felt caged up like a bird,
She screamed so loud, but nobody heard.
Ignored, as if she weren't there,
A feeling of emptiness and despair.
She kept so much bottled up inside,
She always lied so she could hide.
Ashamed for always wanting to die;
She never looked people in the eyes.
Behind her eyes were words left unsaid,
Beneath her clothes was where she bled
When she took that razor to her skin
To release the emotions captured within.
The nights were the loneliest, she always cried.
The last thought at the end of the day: suicide.
She didn't feel important in any way,
"I deserved it," so she'd say.
Deserved the words that hit her like knives,
Wondering why she was
A Night to Try to Remember Pt. 3A Night to Try to Remember Pt. 33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Well, we've heard about Rarity, Twilight, Rainbow Dash, and Pinkie Pie," Princess Luna said with an entertained smile as she skimmed over her notepad, "That just leaves Fluttershy and Applejack." She looked up across the table to the only stallion present with them. "Big Macintosh, would you be so kind to give your account so we can finish this delightful narrative?"
"Delightful for you, maybe," Dash muttered under her breath, earning her a silencing glare from Twilight.
Macintosh sunk lower in his seat in an effort to go unnoticed; he knew it was impossible to hide his massive frame from everyone, but he was willing to try.
"Macintosh, dear, there's no need to be shy," Rarity cooed, "Just tell us what occurred last night."
"Um well " He sucked in a deep breath and sat up straight. "I saw Fluttershy home an' carried AJ home an' put her to bed before goin' to bed myself an' that's about all that happened last nigh
Tired.Most of the time, I am lying awake.Tired.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Though, I'd give
a n y t h i n g
just to sleep through
e v e r y t h i n g.
These things strap me down like anchors,
Or drag me out to sea.
Sometimes I show the world what leaves me
i n s p i r e d.
Paint on canvas,
Words in a notebook,
Or sometimes, just untouched works in my head.
Wading through the waters,
These burdens get the best of me.
Sometimes I think about the
p a s t ,
Though I'm always looking for the
f u t u r e .
You'll never know what I've been through.
The waters are rising,
I'm getting over my head.
Sometimes I like to grip onto my
m e m o r i e s .
Sometimes they're everything I'd rather
l o s e .
Sometimes I waste my days
t h i n k i n g ,
Even though I know I never deserved the shit she put me through.
Take in a breath,
There's not much time left.
Sometimes I think I'm not
g o o d e n o u g h .
Most of the time, I'm convinced.
Sometimes the words gnaw at my bones,
"You're not good
he/himsomeone came out to me recently, asked me to usehe/him6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
his correct pronouns when we’re alone,
but says whenever i’m over at his home,
‘please could you switch back to the wrong ones? i don’t
want my parents to know who i am.’ so every time i sit at their table
for mashed potatoes and peas, i listen to a father asking
his son how her day was and i hear him start to think that he’s alone
and i watch every wrong word they say strike like an axe into
the trunk of a young sapling who’s just
starting to grow into his own.
i know they don’t know better, but it’s hard not
to hate them when i am censoring every word i say
before it comes out of my mouth, changing secrets into
dinner time conversations, because a boy does not feel
safe enough in his own skin to come clean about something
as pure as the foundation he has been built upon.
later he tells me that he wishes he were strong enough
to just tell them, but he knows his father still
has the c