you told me you'll
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              and i did. i waited for you.
              but maybe i  was not your type.
              and,
                        day
                                              after,
           ­             day
                                               after,
                        day

                   you broke my heart. and then you went
                   just like how others did.

running your hardest
still doesnt mean
you wont slip and fall

The steam from my tea rises up into the sky,
Like an angel, small and white
I wish I could rise with it
Up into the grey sky
Never looking back to the cold dark ground

Oh look, I cried
For the first time this year;
It took me 5 days
To shed a little tear-
Not of fear but instead
Of nothing significant,
Just a look into the nook in my head.

"I'm okay"
I'm gritting my teeth to keep myself from crying.
I'm curled up on the floor with a blade in my hand.
I'm numb and sick of it.
I'm too tired because I didn't get enough sleep last night.
I'm thinking about isolating myself from everyone.
I've been avoiding my friends at school.
I fell like I'm going to *****.
I'm so hungry because I skipped 5 meals.
I'm not okay.

"I'm bored"
Please tell me what to do so I won't hurt myslef
Please keep me happy because my demons are coming
Please distract me from myself
Please help hide me from my thoughts
Please just help me

Fading scars are the scariest ones.
Meaning held in little lines.

I'm getting better
I don't even care
I'm proud of what I've been through
I'm letting depression take over
I want to show my past
I'm giving up
I'm getting stronger
People can think the worst of me

These thoughts come from the babies.
The white on tan skin.

Growing scars are the scariest ones.
Meaning held in scarred skin.

I've been through so much and won
No one can save me
I'm putting trust in you
Days can't protect me
I'm trusting myself
I hate myself

Grown up scars scream at me.
The puffing purple lines.

Every scar on my body tells stories.
Of the hatred I have felt.
Of the love I crave.

Healing scars telling me of the change.
But they do not tell how.

Pull it, pull it, just ******* do it.
Because if not now, you'll ******* lose it.
As I sit..with my knees to my chest,
I slide the gun up my thigh to my breast, and then up from my throat to my chin,
my heart beats..I can't help but listen,
and I put it in my mouth,
wishing for energy to shout,
but I take a breath
and then I take it out,
glide it across my cheek,
and up to my temple.
Call me a freak.
Call me mental.
Just end it all, right here, right now.
And listen close 'cause this will be your last sound.
Just ******* do it, this life ain't worth livin,
So let's get to it, call it My Final Decision.
I close my eyes and my face tightens,
Sorry to who will find me, I didn't mean to frighten.
Just ******* do it.
I pull the trigger
Get some chalk and draw my beautiful figure.