i wear what i want because i like the way i dress
i wish that people around me could understand this
they look at me and say 'oh i don't like your hair that way'
i don't see why they post pictures saying don't judge
all they do anyway is look at someone and complain
because if im not normal i deserve to be judged
that's their logic anyways
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 9:22 AM UTC
Teachers at my school don't understand, why in the world would your anti-depressants make you be confused?
They think I should be confused about algebra or what the word agate means.
They don't think that I have my problems, they don't think someone as happy as me would self-harm.
They say I'm a good student, they don't know me.
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 9:26 AM UTC
I'm on a slow moving train
Rickety, unsafe; chugging desperately.
Swaying under constant beating rain,
And I sit trapped and sick in pain.
Empty compartments, curtains torn and charred,
Boarded windows, seats worn and scarred
And there's a lock on the door
Where laughter and chatter flitter from the walls;
It becomes louder when we pass
The graveyard
The smoke from the screeching wheels
Dances its sinister rise, and is all that I breathe;
I choke on the fog and water fills my vision
People mistake the invisible devil for air.
And I think, what's scarier?
A train going nowhere with no destination
With my ticket lasting a lifetime
Or a train with an eventual
dead end.
Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 8:25 AM UTC
Personally, I never thought she’d last much longer because her heart was filled with grief.
Quiet and quick was how she went with little pain as water filled her lungs.
Right you would be to assume that the body of she was soon found.
So her mother cried and her father sold the house.
They moved far away where her body stayed in the the minds of people she loved.
Until the memories of pain resurface the parents are now happy, though the girl’s is completely blank.
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 12:15 PM UTC
Her body quivers and shakes as if she is having an internal earthquake.
Laughter fills her head as her mask covers a smile that is never truly there.
More and more days pass and she just wants to disappear.
‘No one wants the broken’ she thinks to herself as she looks at the treading river below her.
Open waters engulf her into the tides and her fingers reach the sand, feeling the dark all around her.
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 11:28 AM UTC
I don't intend to persuade you
I don't intend to persuade your words
I don't intend to persuade your side
I don't intend to persuade your mind
For you are you and I am me
I cannot change you to who I wish you could be
You are you
And I am still just worthless little old me
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 11:36 AM UTC
For the fear running in her veins is holding her back, she cannot stay.
Gentle was her heart but now it’s frozen.
Held back by the cruel past, her future is far from golden.
I fear for her time on this Earth, for my heart is a mirror of hers.
Jokes about suicide when her mind is truly thinking them as reality.
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 12:22 PM UTC
A poor girl lies on the cold damp floor.
Broken, beaten, battered, and bruised, she lets a shiver reach her frail body.
‘Cold is an understatement.’ she thinks in her mind because she has no voice.
Dead and only physically alive, her mind used to thrive.
Energy was a thing of the past and now her limbs are weak with aversion.
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 12:21 PM UTC
we are the masters of self-destruction
trying to numb the pain with wine
and drugs
and smoke filling up our lungs,
we write down in lines with no rhyme
all the things
that make our souls burn and die.
our poems bleed
we drink their blood
then we write again,
listening to stupid songs all night
wishing sometimes we were deaf
wishing we were dead.
we let the doors open
anyone with a knife can come inside
cutting our hearts in half,
any tear is welcome
to create the ocean around us
in which we deliberately drown ourselves.
masters of self-destruction,
our bodies are temples where dying souls hide,
we run till our legs are broken
jump off cliffs
go between sharks' cheeks
forgetting to sleep
to dream
we bleed
we drink
we love
and hurt
it's a madmen game we play
each day
laughing hysterically
while slowly taking steps to the graves
we dug for ourselves,
the masters of self-destruction we are
lunatics
worshiping what's not for us to adore
crying
hiding
falling again
and again.
legs broken,
hearts cut and eaten
flesh ripped from our bones
lungs full of water
ears burnt
our eyes scream
but that's fine
'cause we are the masters of self-destruction
and our life is just a mad game
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 9:17 AM UTC
My heart is made of broken glass, held together by just a crack.
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 9:06 AM UTC