This is for you:

-the girl who is so ashamed because of her acne,
-the girl who cries in front of her mirror because she doesn’t
look like Picasso’s muse,
-the girl who forgot how to smile because of her problems,
-the girl who cries her eyes out every night because of him,
-the girl who is so terrified to attach because of her past relationship,
-the girl who is different from the others,
-the girl who wants to save every soul she meets, except hers,
-the girl whose heart, blood and soul runs wild,

-you are so much more than the sprinkles from your skin.
-you're not Picasso’s muse, but you definitely are God’s muse.
-don’t waste your life being so stressed, just enjoy the journey.
-you need to be strong.Cry your heart out, but stop,your tears are too worthy , make them rare, for the real ones.
-try to love yourself first, then someone else.
-your future is not defined by your past.
-you need to save yourself first.
-run with them, darling, and never look back.

This is for you, girls.
You, no matter what, are good enough.
You are lovable.
You are strong.
You are independent.
You are different.
You are rare.
You are you, and that is your power, learn how to use it.

I want my love for myself
To overflow
And I want my overflow of love
To seep over onto you
But for now
My cup is empty
And maybe you can sense
That I have nothing to offer you

sit down on the wood chips and
cry
sob
weep.
my tears are matches that will set the ground aflame.
i can't stop thinking: i love him.
a wall is behind me.
i want to make the wall surround me
to form a room with no door, no escape.
trap me.
i don't care.
the place has so many memories.
lock me with the memories.
they'll be painful.
but that's what i want.
hopefully they stab me.
take me.
ruin me.
**** me.
help me.

i told myself that it was you.
you were the one who would make me happy.
                    now you're gone.
          ("some people can stay in your heart
           but not in your life")
and that's when i learned,
          don't fall in love.
                    fall off a bridge,
          i think it hurts less

hollow vase
empty soul
late cares
promises forgotten
mind a blank
everlasting void

thirty minutes left I am restless
I am afraid of sitting here for too long
my legs are moving
I need to get out of here
walk
drive
something
these meds are making me crazy
but far better than the alternative
catatonic
depressed
dead.

Let
me
go


numb


here in this half-asleep
state.

Let me blur the lines,
fade out from the world.

Let me exist as a breath
in the air,
a single dewdrop on
a small blade of grass.

Let
me


dissolve.