"I'm fine," she says with a halfhearted grin.
"I'm fine," she says again, waving away a helpful hand.
"I'm fine," she says to herself, several minutes later.
"I'm fine," she whispers, wiping her face.
She's not fine.
"I'm fine," she says moments after the cry leaves her lips.
"I'm fine," she says to herself, sinking to the floor.
"I'm fine," she tells herself, shaking in a ball.
"I'm fine," she repeats, picking up the razorblade.
She's not fine.
"I'm fine," she says to her concerned family.
"I'm fine," she insists as those who love her worry.
"I'm fine," she says to anyone who listens.
"I'm fine," she lies as she slices her wrists.
She's not fine.
"I'm fine," she cries, sobbing on the bathroom floor.
"I'm fine," she wails, but only in a whisper.
"I'm fine," she mutters, watching the blood leave her wrist.
"I'm fine," she practices, stepping from the room.
She's not fine.
"I'm fine," she assures the world outside.
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 4:00 PM UTC
every time time you
Tell your daughter
You yell at her
Out of love
You teach her to confuse
Anger with kindness
Which seems like a good idea
Till she grows up to
Trust men who hurt her
Cause they look so much
Like you
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 12:15 AM UTC
Smiling is so overrated
And so is shedding tears
*If I smile then I'm fake
If I cry then I'm weak*
*I will lock away all my emotions
And be the broken shadow no one notices*
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 8:21 PM UTC
Maybe if I'm strong enough
I'll break away
From this world
Maybe if I'm thin enough
I'll slip through the cracks
And be free
Maybe if I cut enough
I'll bleed the bad out
And be happy for once
Maybe if I try enough
It will actually be okay
Not fake like now
Maybe if I cry enough
I'll make an ocean of tears
And swim away
Maybe
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 8:19 PM UTC
That moment when your brain betrays your heart
It happens in slow motion
and all you can do is watch.
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 8:19 PM UTC
"Don't throw away a diamond to pick up a rock".
He wanted a mystery
And not history.
" you'll never miss a good thing until its gone".
He left me.
Now he miss me.
That mystery he wanted wasn't so mysterious after all.
When he realized it was too late.
You're worth it baby girl❤️.
Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 11:55 PM UTC
My dad read one of my poems
I just recently wrote.
He said "baby you sound really heart broken."
You have no idea,
My heart has been played with, trampled on and thrown away like trash.
Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 10:10 PM UTC
Do you see a beautiful mess
Or a reckless hurricane?
Do you romanticize my cigarettes
Or do you hold your breath when you walk by?
Do you really find me that interesting
Or do you lace your words with pity?
Do you still think I’m cute when I slur my words
Or do you silently slide farther away?
Do you think nothing of all I smoke
Or do you wish I would stop?
Do you think my nervous habits are cute
Or do you look away?
Do you sigh with relief when you know you’ve saved me
Or do you wish you hadn’t picked up that phone?
Do you think of me in your spare time
Or do you see me as a time requirement?
Do you truly want me at that party
Or do you only bring me because I said something?
Do you miss the old me
Or do you like who I have become?
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 1:36 PM UTC
I wonder what i'll have learned
by the time I meet my death..
Will every second have counted,
or only the last breath?
Money is nothing to the departed.
And when the day is done and gone,
nobody finishes like they started.
What can I take if i can't carry it physically.
And where do I go when i am dead?
Out of all the lessons i've learned
can I remember any without a head?
Am I nothing or everything,
as I walk on earth in the flesh?
I am living everyday wondering,
if i'm just elements among the rest.
Tho I believe in heart-something like soul,
and against this there is no contest.
The wealthy don't have diamonds and gold,
but in wisdom they are blessed.
So I take pride in what I know,
and explore with the curiosity of a child.
I'm trying to ****** the days,
and overcome the wiles.
There must be more to discover,
cause how will the stars continue to shine?
After the morning I don't wake to another,
will I see a divine sun rise in the other side?
The end might be years away,
but it's always lurking near by.
It might even happen today,
or right now, or within the hour.
I don't know and I don't want to,
Some answers are as the thorns of a flower,
some knowledge must be felt or experienced.
There must be some greater objective.
With all I sought I found what best did,
put what's important into perspective.
Things that can never fall apart,
and that i will no longer let be neglected.
Cause i've found the truth in my heart,
I am a soul being perfected.
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 1:30 PM UTC