Too many times,
Too many tears,
Too many people,
Too many memories.
When will it end?
When will we be able to leave our houses without the fear of our clothing being sexualized?
When will they realize this isn’t ok?
What does it take?
How many tears,
How much pain,
How many people,
How much fear?
This is for all of those who have gone through ****** abuse of any form.
Us girls need to stand together and speak up.
We need to support each other and never **** shame.
At the end of the day, each one of us knows someone who has experienced ****** abuse or ****
Me too.
Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 6:44 PM UTC
Love is such a weird thing.
It makes you cry, laugh, scream, hate.
Love controls all.
To love is to control your emotions, your family, your life.
Love and hate are very similar in some ways.
The emotions caused by both are thrown around
causing so much trouble in a lot of people's lives.
To love is to want and need.
Pain is also like love.
It's what comes with it.
A big package that nobody signs up for willingly.
To love is to have a ticking time bomb in your pocket.
To have pain
is to have hate
is to be in love.
How could such a small word
have such a big meaning?
So, what is love?
Is it pain?
Hate?
Or is it something most of us have not experienced yet?
Making us quick to judge those who have.
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 10:37 AM UTC
She stared at the six little pills in her hand
one to be skinny
one to be pretty
one to be smart
one to be funny
one to be happy
one to be perfect.
She took them one by one,
feeling them slip down her throat.
at last, she finally felt
skinny
pretty
smart
funny
happy
perfect.
little did she know,
none of these things mattered anymore
for these things she once wanted
now were the things that killed her.
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 5:06 PM UTC
Please don't leave me alone
with all of my thoughts.
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 11:24 PM UTC
Mama says I'm skinny
I cry as I throw up tonight's dinner
Mama says I'm beautiful
I paint endless layers to hide my true face
Mama says I'm smart
I have a mental breakdown in the bathroom during school because I failed a quiz
Mama says I'm perfect
But how can I be perfect if all I feel is pain
How can I be perfect if I can count every flaw
How can I be perfect with so many imperfections
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 11:49 PM UTC
The first day you came to visit,
you started with a simple "hello."
Those 5 letters made my heart race,
they made my hands tremble.
I knew you had arrived.
The second day you came to visit,
you said "I've come back."
Again, my heart raced,
my hands trembled.
But this time, my lungs gasped for air.
I knew you would come back.
The third day you came to visit,
you said "you can't rid of me."
My heart raced and my hands trembled,
my lungs were still gasping for air
but now I was screaming for help.
I knew you made yourself a home.
You were no longer a visitor.
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 9:00 PM UTC
It used to be
My limit was whenever
I felt the need to hurt,
The need to feel pain
Not from within,
The need to make blood
Flow down from my skin.
That's when I would call
My friends,
Text them,
Ask for help.
No longer.
Now my limit
Is whenever I want to die,
When I start writing notes,
That's when I grab my phone
And start calling through
The contacts list,
The list of sorrow,
Of the few people left
I can trust,
The ones who won't freak out,
The ones I know
Will take care of me
When I cannot.
But if
That shift
Only took a couple months,
How long will it be
Until it shifts
Again?
How long
Until I have no limit?
How long
Until I try to deal
With those thoughts
On my own as well?
How long
Until I decide not
Not to bother them with
Every little time I feel like
Killing myself?
How long
Will it be until that day?
And what happens
When that day comes?
Will it all end?
Much as I so often want
For that to happen,
I am afraid
That I will make it happen.
I do not want that,
I don't right now.
But soon,
Or at least not too far away,
I will.
And then it will be
Goodnight.
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 8:25 AM UTC
I lied when I said I was going to be okay.
I lied when I told you I was fine.
I lied when I told you it didn't bother me.
I lied when I told you I wasn't crying.
I lied when I told you I didn't love you anymore.
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 11:42 PM UTC
Everytime you're near me
I can't stop smiling
I can't stop laughing
I can't believe how happy I am.
But everytime you leave,
I cry myself to sleep
I miss you more than any words could ever describe
I go back into my state of depression.
I break a little more.
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 9:34 PM UTC