HateYou hated me so much that now I hate me too.Hate2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You succeeded are you fucking happy? There's nothing left of me to love or save yet your son is still trying, still standing there. We can't see each other but he's the only thing keeping me alive and you don't care.
I want to go to somebody anybody and tell them how much I hurt and cry and cut and how it gets me nowhere. I want this to be better. I want you to stop hating me, judging me and lying.
"I'm not trying to sabotage your relationship"
You won't let him see me other than school, let him out of the house except for work and school and you may as well take his phone away too.
I feel like we are sabotaged. I feel alone and numb. I feel dead inside.
Do you feel fucking accomplished? You destroyed me! You can say I ruined your honeymoon all you want but you ruined it. You looked through his phone; you invaded his personal life by looking at our conversations. Maybe if you'd looked back further you'd have seen I was numb, I was depressed
Jesus SmokesI've decidedJesus Smokes6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that if Jesus came to Earth now,
he'd probably smoke cigarettes
and always fall in love
with the wrong person.
If we wake up at night
and can't get back to sleep,
I could teach him
how to un-love his neighbor
and he could tell me
what the salty water feels like
under his feet.
He might wear his hair in a ponytail
and his eyes would crinkle when he smiles,
and I would smile too,
and in a small voice ask him what hell was like,
and is there any way to get someone back
if they've already gone too far?
He would take a drag on his cigarette,
nod kindly at the two boys holding hands,
and say that hell is more a state of being
than an afterlife, and no amount of love
can rescue someone from their own mind.
I thought so, I would say, not mentioning
the nights I've cried myself to sleep
Seven DaysSeven days clean.Seven Days2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It may not seem like much
But to me it means the world.
Seven days without self-mutilation.
The last cut turning into a pink ribbon scar
Looking worse than it did before.
I'm not ashamed of it.
The only reason it stays hidden,
Well is in case I can't keep myself together anymore.
Each bracelet is assurance that no one will know.
But one taken off for each day I'm okay.
When someone does see it
A simple lie comes out.
My cat scratched me,
They immediately buy it.
Seven days and not a single problem.
People may think it's nothing,
When in all reality it means
One day I will be strong
That I can overcome it all.