She paints a pretty picture
An artist, one of a kind.
Paints with only shades of red,
all of them straight lines.
She paints a pretty picture
But her canvas is out of space.
She wants to look beautiful,
"The dress, mom, I need it to be lace"
She paints a pretty pictures
But here's the twist,
He paint brush is a razor
Her canvas is her wrist.
She wants to make it stop.
She's running out of time
It's not just on her body,
But always on her mind.
She paints a pretty picture,
She wishes it would end
She wants to just give it up,
If only she had a friend.
She paints a pretty picture,
This time it's too deep.
She's finally given up,
"My soul now you can keep"
Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 2:34 PM UTC
What do I say?
What do I say when you look at my arms?
Yours are you beautifully bare and smooth.
But your eyes fall onto mine
The cross-stitch of red and white lines. Raised
Painting the pain I’ve been through across my skin.
What do I say?
What do I say when you see my panic?
You stand there and you look at me, not knowing what to do.
I sit, clutching my knees to my chest,
Tears pouring down my eyes,
Body trembling.
What do I say?
What do I say when you tell me it’s all too much?
When you tell me you can’t deal with it anymore.
That you need to leave my life,
That you can’t handle it.
As if you assume I can.
What do I say?
What do I say when I no longer have someone to say things to?
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 1:42 AM UTC
She said
"Describe him to me."
My mind pulled up a blank
To describe him...
No
Impossible
You would have had to
See the way
He is
From my eyes
If that makes sense?
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 5:16 PM UTC
Sometimes there are battles you have to face alone.
Sometimes there are battles that words from your love can't ease.
But that's okay.
That doesn't mean you have to leave him/her.
As long as they try to help you and they care, that's all you really need.
There are battles you have to face alone.
There are battles that my words can't ease your pain.
But that's okay.
At least I'm trying to help you.
And I really do care. So very much.
But there is one person who can help you always. And as spiritual as it may sound,
God can always help you. Because he has been there to help me of all people.
So he will definitely help you. If you think he is mad at you,
He's not. He loves you. More than anyone else ever will.
Just give him your heart, mind and soul. Serve him. Pray.
And I'm positive, your luck will change.
Just give it a chance! :)
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 5:09 PM UTC
Your scars arent beautiful,
theres no beauty in hurting yourself
no beauty in blades
no beauty in throwing up your food
no beauty in mascara running from your eyes at 2 am
no beauty in eyes that are dead
nobody will kiss your scars
i'm sorry for that.
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 2:42 PM UTC
each of these scars on my skin (paper)
tell stories and my fingers touch them to hold my memories
because i remember opening up and i hated telling anyone
how i felt
and what it was like to see my insides pour out
and that i still wanted to do it,
i still wanted to decorate my arms, thighs, stomach, hips, heart
with little pink red purple red lines
i remember when he grabbed my arm and i cringed and flinched and ****** air in through my teeth and my chapped lips
and you knew
through all that blue fabric you could see
my scars
r.c.
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 2:32 PM UTC
she wrote lonely
on her body
because that's what she was
she wrote ugly
on the mirror
because that's what she saw
she wrote broken
on her heart
because she was hurt
but in the end she was a human
drunk on the idea that love
only love
could heal her
brokenness
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 2:23 PM UTC