i was just a child
that never got to be one.
and now i am not anymore.
i had to grow up too fast
and now i am grown up.
i like to think i have the answers,
i use self reliance as
a defense mechanism.
being confused or feeling
out of control scares me.
i have not grieved my childhood.
i have not yet fully accepted that
it is over and gone,
both the good and bad.
i do not want to carry it with me,
it is much too heavy and
i must make room for better things.
pain and abuse is all i have ever known.
can i stop nursing these old wounds
and move away,
move on?
Jan 21, 2021
Jan 21, 2021 at 12:38 PM UTC
Those mild annoyances
Are the most sweet.
Like cat hair in your coffee cup
Cause he just wanted to take a peek.
Jan 21, 2021
Jan 21, 2021 at 12:26 PM UTC
i sleep in the same bed
that you hurt me in
every single night.
there are reminders of you
everywhere i look.
usually they fade into the background,
but not tonight.
leave me alone.
Nov 27, 2020
Nov 27, 2020 at 12:19 AM UTC
how can i convince you
i am SICK
when my most obvious symptom
is streamlined, sleek, SMALL
Nov 23, 2020
Nov 23, 2020 at 11:35 PM UTC
manipulating my body
has always been second nature.
i can be bigger
or smaller on command.
when you look at it this way,
disregard the parts which make me ill,
from a purely aesthetic angle...
anorexia is quite the skill.
Nov 12, 2020
Nov 12, 2020 at 6:38 AM UTC
grasp the mirror.
the reflection is not me,
it is something
distorted and ugly.
what do i look like?
if this is all i see
who is in the mirror?
that thing must be me.
Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 7:23 PM UTC
i am the seed
you planted.
acting as if there’s distance
between you and the root,
but i know you are a gardener.
could you tend to me?
could you get rid of the pests
you placed in my ***
don’t get rid of me too!
am i just a **** to you?
Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 7:20 PM UTC
i have a past of
hospital stays and
marked up
arms and thighs.
my biggest wishes at 16:
to be skinny
and /or
die.
Sep 30, 2020
Sep 30, 2020 at 4:15 PM UTC
i will kiss you then make my way
to another boy’s house.
i will greet four pairs of lips in two days.
every single one of them will feel the same,
though each attached to a different name.
and when i go home
i will feel empty with only myself to blame.
Sep 23, 2020
Sep 23, 2020 at 10:12 AM UTC