Look up, sweet child
Your eyes are so sad
I’m sorry things had to turn out this bad
Stand up, my love
I hate to see you hurting
I know I can’t fix you, but I can show you the way
It’s dark in here, darling
Come on and take my hand
I’m not trying to rush you, but I know where this ends
Walk with me, honey
You don’t have to say a thing
I already understand the pain you’re carrying
Listen to me, baby
I promise I’m not lying
When I tell you there so much more to life than dying
This one is for you
And the pain you are fighting
As long as you’re walking then I know you are trying
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 3:07 PM UTC
Call me baby,
Kiss my skin.
Touch my body,
Drink me in.
Whisper my name,
Free my mind.
Lighten my soul,
Steal my breath.
Take my pain,
Heal my heart.
Wrap around me,
Keep me safe.
Say you love me,
Look in my eyes.
Show me heaven,
Make me fly.
Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 6:12 PM UTC
The fear of intimacy isn’t just a fear of ***
It’s the fear of receiving a hug from your best friend.
It’s the fear of allowing someone to see you cry.
It’s the fear of telling someone about your past.
It’s the fear of touch from hands that aren’t your own.
It’s the fear of letting someone see you in your underwear.
It’s the fear of sharing a bed with someone.
It’s the fear of telling someone your likes and dislikes.
It’s the fear of saying I love you.
It’s the fear of letting someone know you.
It’s the fear of being vulnerable.
Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 10:42 PM UTC
It’s weird being high-functioning.
It’s hard for others to see what’s wrong, sometimes it hard for ME to see what’s wrong.
I go to work, I clean my house, I cook dinner, I don’t feel much.
I experience life as a monotone melody, everyday feels like the same day on an infinite loop.
I’m here, I’m there, I’m nowhere while being everywhere
It’s not horrible, it’s not great. It just is.
It’s weird being high-functioning because I often forget I don’t have to live like this.
May 4, 2019
May 4, 2019 at 1:07 PM UTC
The snow has come and gone away
Birds they fly, in nests they lay
Seasons come but rarely stay
The ice is gone from lakes and streams
Through my windows the sunlight beams
Another season, or so it seems
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 6:45 PM UTC
I’ve lost 5 more pounds.
“You look so good!”
With every compliment I feel heavier.
“You’ve lost so much weight!”
Tomorrow I won’t eat.
“I’m so proud of you!”
I’m so hungry.
“It looks like you’ve lost more weight..”
I did, but I won’t admit to it.
“Are you eating?”
Yes, but I won’t say how little.
“How did you do it??”
Trust me. You don’t want to know.
Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 6:48 PM UTC
There are things I cannot remember,
There are things I cannot forget.
To me it seems like an unfair trade.
The things I cannot remember sleep in the back of my skull,
The things I cannot forget scratch at the nerves behind my eyes.
To me it seems like an unfair trade.
The things I cannot remember remain forgotten,
The things I cannot forget remain remembered.
To me it seems like an unfair trade.
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 6:22 PM UTC
Today my mother asked if I was feeling lonely.
I hesitated debating if I should let such vulnerability slip between my lips.
But despite my hesitation, I was.
“I get it.” She replied with a tender hand and for a split second I doubted that she truly did.
But just as quickly as the doubt had come, it vanished from my mind.
I did not doubt that she understood my loneliness, for i’ve seen a glimpse of hers.
I’ve bathed in her hearts hollow tears as her trembling body betrayed her strength.
I’ve seen it in the soft grey waves of her eyes as she was immersed in a crowd of familiar faces.
I’ve even heard it in the wind-chime tones of her voice when she calls at 11am to see what I’m doing even though she already knows.
I see her loneliness gazing back at me everyday when I look in the mirror, and I’m comforted by the thought that if we are together in loneliness then we are never truly alone.
Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 8:06 PM UTC
In the canyons between the grey matter, lives something much darker.
Swimming comfortably in the river of my mind.
Her voice sounds like mine.
Her face a perfect reflection.
Invading my thoughts with whispered obscenities.
Filling my vision with clouded water.
Her presence is shifty.
Here one day and gone the next, but she never really is.
They tell you not to name your demons
But it’s hard when they already have one.
I have an intruder living inside me.
And the scariest part is that she is me.
Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 12:55 PM UTC
Go on ahead without me,
I promise I’ll meet you there.
I don’t know how long I’ll be,
But I do know I’m not done here.
I have so many things to see,
So many things to do.
And with every day that passes,
I’m one step closer to you.
Go on ahead without me,
I promise I’ll meet you soon.
I’ll miss you all the time,
But that’s just a thing we do.
Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 7:26 PM UTC