Battle in my MindEat.
Take it easy.
Work out until you pass out.
Get help.Tell someone.
Keep it a secret. It's only for you and me.
Why won't you listen?
They don't understand.
Let me help you.
You don't understand.
I love you..
WorthlessWorthless,Worthless2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the name that cuts like a knife,
it's all that you see inside,
is breaking with every breath I take
the only thing I can't seem to face.
Sick of societyI may live inside my own, twisted universeSick of society2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I may change, sometimes for the worst.
What's normal to me is not normal for you.
Sometimes I just do what I need to do.
Behind a brick wall, I hoped someone would break it
I threw out my heart hoping someone would take it.
But I got tired of hiding and tired of hating
And instead of throwing myself at every guy, I'm waiting.
I'm sick of the person I tried to be
So basically, here I am, I will be me
I'm sick of the hatred, would you not agree?
.. Basically I'm sick of society.
I am a labelI slid the blade across my wristI am a label3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Again and again.
Maybe I’m an emotional freak.
I cause fights and arguments
Maybe I’m a troublemaker.
I use make up to make myself seem
Maybe I’m girly.
I complain about things
Even when sometimes
Maybe I’m an attention seeker.
I fall under so many
So maybe I am a label.
I’m just me.
RelapseIt’s like countingRelapse2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
along your limbs -
remembering a time
‘just one more’
made you feel better.
- & you’re sitting there
Draco, stuck in limbo
always looks like he’s
What Happened?I used to think make upWhat Happened?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Made people ugly.
Now I think I'm ugly without it.
I used to think people
Always loved me.
Now I think everyone hates me.
I used to think everybody
Was my best friend.
Now I think no one truly is.
I used to think
Boys were icky!
Now I wish I had one.
What happened to being
Does that make me Different?I wear make up. Does that make me fake?Does that make me Different?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I cry. Does that make me emo?
I have male friends. Does that make me slutty?
I smile a lot. Does that make me weird?
I laugh loud. Does that make me preppy?
I have anxiety. Does that make me a freak?
I have Bipolar Disorder. Does that make me abnormal?
I respect people. I change for me, and only me. I have a past, but I know I have a future.
Does that make me different?
But at least it makes me
DrowningHow wonderful it feelsDrowning2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To fall back
Into the hands
Of the water below.
Unlike everyone else
Water envelops you,
Makes you feel light,
The only direction
You’ve ever known.
Your hair moves around you like
Seaweed on the ocean floor.
Bubbles that once
Had a home inside your lungs
Escape freely into the water.
And climb up higher
To the safety of the surface.
“This is what is left
Of my existence.
Little bubbles floating up,
Higher and higher,
While I sink,
Lower and lower”
And as you feel
The last bubble,
The last of your air,
Flow out of your lips
You couldn’t help but smile.
Even as your lungs
Screamed in pain
You ignored it
Like you’ve done for years.
Even with the water
You still managed
But not in sadness,
For now you were leaving.
Leaving the pain.
Leaving the sadness.
Leaving the hurt.
Leaving the cruel words
That others w
CutHow does it feel to have clean arms?Cut3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Not hiding your scars,
Not trapped behind bars
How does it feel to have clean legs?
Not feeling so aged,
Not locked in a cage
MaybeMaybe I won't be fineMaybe2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe I don't know what's wrong
Maybe I can't talk about it
But maybe I need you to listen
Maybe the cuts get deeper each time
Maybe too much blood comes out
Maybe you'll try and stop me
But maybe I won't listen
Maybe I want to tell someone
Maybe I need to unload all of my problems
Maybe you're the only one who can help
But maybe I don't want to bother you with my troubles
Maybe I'm just scared
Maybe I've lost hope
Maybe I'm losing control
But maybe I was never in control to begin with
Maybe I like the way things are
Maybe I'm afraid of change
Maybe I get a kick out of being so messed up
But maybe I'd rather be a normal girl
Maybe I don't like people
Maybe I can't live without them
Maybe I need you
But maybe I don't like the way you tear up my heart
Maybe I'm insane
Maybe I'm depressed
Maybe I'm just stressed
But maybe that's who I am
Maybe I need to be accepted
Maybe I'll change who I am for that
Maybe I'm an outsi
Have you seen my dream?Have you seen my dream?Have you seen my dream?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's not that big
But it is mine.
Have you heard my opinion?
It's worth two cents
It's worth every dime.
Have you touched my heart?
It is very fragile
But I am willing to share.
Have you seen my dream?
It may not be much
But at least I dare.
Hope (I Won't)I won't let a razor bladeHope (I Won't)2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Take away this life I've made.
I won't let the shame and guilt
Ruin everything I've built.
I won't let being wrong
Stop me from being strong.
I won't let sorrow and pain
Resurrect the demons that I've slain.
I won't let ugly spite
Tell me that I'm not right.
I won't let the dark past
Make my endless hurt last.
I won't let this noose
Leave me hanging loose.
I won't let the world win;
My life is only just about to begin.
I Found You BrokenI found you broken,I Found You Broken2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Crumbled, laying upon the steps of life.
I wanted nothing more than to help you back up.
You had fallen from so high so long before.
I'd give my soul to carry you back up.
But no matter how hard I try,
I can't budge or lift you up till you decide,
To stand by yourself,
And when you do, I swear I'll be back right here.
But do you mind,
Just sit and wait with you a while?
While we both have the time.
My smileMy smile was once so easy,My smile3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a thing of joy and pride,
but over these years of darkness,
the ease has slowly died.
I find it's no longer truth,
but simply a lying mask.
It hides away the misery,
the hauntings of my past.
I refuse to look at pictures.
I see what others ignore.
The uneasiness of my smile.
How it has turned into a chore.
Will I ever truly smile,
with joy, pride, and truth,
or will I never know a smile?
Will it die with the rest of my youth?
Please, i wish to laugh,
to smile without a care,
but I'm not good enough for this,
and I guess that is fair.
Shame on me..Shame on meShame on me..2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For everything I’ve done
Everything that makes me who I am
Things that keep me sane
But one day I’ll go insane
From all the things you said
Still running in my head
Glass words cause tears of ice
Running down my face
Screaming in my mind
I’m running out of time
Shame on me
For letting the monsters in
They’re getting to me
Piercing my brain,
Demon withinA demonDemon within2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Making her host
Her will to live
I can't lose her
I'll help her
While I still can
Lost enough friends
To be alone
So the demon
Has no one
But I'll stay
She needs help
Her demon does
Are not her fault
I know it
So I'll always
Stand by her side
No matter what
Sleeping Beautyshe’s in love with a character whoSleeping Beauty2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
never existed but in the labyrinth of her head:
a patchwork composition of beautiful, lengthy words
she’d heard in her catatonic state; coma living
day in and day out, reliant on the salvation
of a man made of foreign wishing
and imperfection and necessity – an ignorance
of the less than ideal perception of self she’d
come to fear, absention stained romantic to the point
where daydreams were a standard for survival
(real living is for the purposeful of heart,
he loves her in her sleep)
ShardsThe dream shatters around me like a broken mirror.Shards3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Pieces of you surround me, but nothing seems to be clear.
I'm still cleaning up the mess you made.
You should have put down your fear,
You could have stayed.
I'm done chasing.
I've stopped running.
Have you even noticed that I'm walking the other way?
I'm cut by the shards of what's left of who you were.
Red tears stain the surface while the world is in a blur.
I'm Fine"Are you okay?"I'm Fine3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No. I'm dying. I have to push myself to wake up in the morning, and when I finally do, I want to go back to sleep. Even my best dreams are becoming nightmares. I can't taste food, I can't stand the things I used to love. I'm breaking. I'm fading. I'm dying.
What The World Is AboutHe said "Daddy, you're the best."What The World Is About2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He said "Son, I love you."
He said "Mommy, hold me close to your chest."
She said "Come here, Baby."
He said "Sister, Why are you so mean?"
She said "Because you don't know what it's like to be me."
And every Christmas, he'd get what he wanted due to his father always at work
Every Spring, he'd play in the sun even if it was just him alone
Every summer, he said he wanted a brother, and mommy said no
Every fall, he said loved going to school
He just wanted to have fun
He was only five and never understood what the world was about
He just wished to be happy forever
He said "Daddy, why are you so mean?"
He said "Because, you wouldn't understand."
He said "Mommy, when will my brother be born?
She said "Soon. Come feel him with your hand."
He said "Sister, Why don't you love me?"
She said "Just leave me alone, I just want to be free."
And Every Christmas, he'd get clothes for presents because Daddy got fired
Every spring, he'd play outside by hi
scarletteach me about suicidescarlet2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
teach me to sin
through the scars
underneath the skin
I want to let you in
NaPoWriMo: Day 8I was toldNaPoWriMo: Day 82 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to slice through the thickest
of scar tissue this evening.
Let all my inner demons
fall to the floor
& write them out
in my own black blood.
It’s not red anymore,
even though needles
& the bruises
laid out like war-lands
on my arms
I don’t think it ever was,
My mind is a mess
of free versed insecurities,
cat’s eye marbles,
& untamed forest fires-
I still don’t have the nerve
to slice open my skin
& bleed for her.