lianna-walters - Hello Poetry

!!!!!!Trigger Warning: **** domestic violence, abuse, suicide!!!!!!!! When I moved to your hometown, I saw your true colors. I saw that power meant more, your dominance meant more, your ego and your assertiveness meant more to you than I did. I tried. I tried to leave you alone, but like a moth drawn to a flame, time and again I allowed myself to draw nearer to you, shocked when you burned me every time. Isn’t that the definition of insanity? Days later, I cut you off. I blocked you. And it felt good. Like I regained some of the control you took away from me. I was starting to feel like myself again until I got home that night. You busted through the deadbolt lock on my door. My backpack was missing. I called your mom in a panic, having not connected the dots until moments after I hung up the phone with her and I heard your voice, calling me from outside my window. I asked you. I asked you once. I asked you twice. Did you do that to my door? Your calm, unchanging face didn’t even blink when you answered, No. It wasn’t until I put two and two together, you being there, having my backpack, the holes in your story, your unchanging, unsurprised, unsympathetic face, that I realized what you had done. And when I called you on it, you admitted it. Why lie to me? Why lie to my face? So I blocked you, again. Leave me alone until I give you the word, I said. Just leave me alone. Two days later, I was breaking down crying over my inability to be alone, over my inability to love my broke pieces enough to pick myself up and put myself back together Two days later, I called you. You told me you were sorry. And that you sent me roses in the mail, set to arrive sometime before I left, two weeks from then. And I melted I caved I gave up being strong and decided to instead be naïve, oblivious, or simply in denial. We can make it work at least until I leave, right? What’s the worst that can happen? But then the worst started to happen. Your flashbacks took away your memories of me and replaced them with menacing, intrusive thoughts Replaced me with other girls Nameless, faceless, meaningless bodies for you to use as you please Or a roadblock in the way of you achieving peace at last, kissing death’s sweet lips The bad guy you worked so hard to bury deep within your subconscious became very, very conscious Very real I first noticed it the day we were walking to the park, I said you were less mature than I, a harmless quip meaning no personal injury You walked on the opposite side of the street as me, refusing to look at me, refusing to acknowledge me, refusing to come back to my side. But when that car full of guys rolled by me, whistling, yelling various unsolicited, uncomfortable things resembling compliments, you laughed. You laughed at my fear. And still wouldn’t walk with me. It was that day, you got in my face and dared me to put my hands on you so you could lay me on the ground It was that day, I asked you, why are you talking to me like this? It was that day, you answered, if I don’t hurt you verbally, it will be physically. It was moments later, through tears, I begged, why do you treat me like this? It was moments later, with cold eyes, you answered, to feel powerful Is it a switch? Can you flip it on and off? How can the one who caresses my face so very gently, The one who calls himself my protector at all costs, The one who rushes to my side at every beck and call, The one who opens doors for me Walks two hours in the rain for me Spends all his money to send me roses, Be so cruel? Three days before I’m supposed to leave, you come spend the night with me We’re laying down, whispering sweet nothings to each other in the darkness When I suddenly admit, I’ll miss you. Don’t go, you say. But I have to. I have to, my love. It was then that you grabbed me by the neck, and told me I was not going to leave you. Baby, please, I can’t breathe. You’re not leaving. I don’t care if I have to take you away Then you jolt out of it, looking at me with confusion. Your head hurts. Just lay on me chest baby, it’s okay I stroke your hair slowly, softly, calmly Why is your heart beating so fast? It’s not baby, close your eyes. I hear it. What’s wrong? Nothing, love, I’m fine. Just anxious about the move. You know, you could stay here with me. Baby, I already got my plane ticket, I’m leaving in a couple days. No. No? No. You grab my wrist with one hand. Baby, let me go. No. Babe, you have to let me go. It’s okay. No. Stop saying that. Baby, I- It’s too late. You’re already on top of me, grabbing my other wrist and pinning me down, your dark eyes beating into mind. Baby, please let go of me, you’re squeezing too tight, you’re hurting me. Your grip grows even stronger, and I feel the panic rising in my chest again. Then you jolt out of it. Your head hurts. You need to lay down. This time, I don’t let you lay on me. This time, I simply watch you lay there. You reach out for me I flinch Concern flickers in your eyes, babygirl what’s wrong? You haven’t flinched around me in months. It’s nothing. It’s something, talk to me. What did I do? You… um.. you pinned me down. You h-held my wrists. You wouldn’t let me go… You laugh. I wouldn’t do that, unless you were trying to leave me Baby, I’m leaving the state in two days. Your eyes turn cold. You yank my hair, pulling my head back. You what? I don’t answer. You WHAT? I-I’m leaving in two- You yank my hair again, harder this time, before letting me go. Your head hurts. Really bad, really, really, bad. Lay down baby, it’s okay. I kiss your forehead tenderly You’re okay. My last day there was the worst. By far, the worst. Laying down, we’re past the stage of denial over me leaving. I’m leaving tomorrow. And I’m so horribly sad to leave you behind. You’re depressed. You don’t want to be here anymore. You don’t see yourself living without me. *You’re the only thing ******* keeping me here anymore, you say bitterly.* You’re gonna have to be strong for me when I leave, my love. I know you can. Just die with me, you plead, *it’ll be quick. I can choke you to death and **** myself. We’ll never have to be apart again.* We don’t even know what’s on the other side. What if it’s nothing? What if we don’t find each other? You insist. You beg. You plead. You cry. Until you finally give up convincing me, your hand creeping up towards my neck. Let me go. Baby, let me go Your hand is around my neck. Tightening. It’s getting harder and harder to breathe. There are black spots clouding my vision, like when you stand up too fast after sitting for too long, except they’re everywhere Please, babe, please just… Shhhhh babygirl it’s okay, close your eyes, go to sleep So I do. I close my eyes and you slowly remove your hand from my neck, kissing me tenderly on the forehead, before getting up and going to my window. You open the window and as you’re looking down at the two story drop, my eyelids flutter open. I reach out for you as you go to climb out the window. Baby, stop, I whisper weakly. You’re supposed to be dead. But I’m not. Just, come here, it’s okay, you don’t have to do this. I stand slowly and come to you, grabbing your arm to pull you away from the window. Now it’s your turn to demand that I let you go. Just let me do this. I need to do this. Leave me alone. No, you don’t, just come here. Before I can even blink both of your hands are around my neck and squeezing, lifting me off the ground. Leave me alone before I make you leave me alone. Unable to breathe, I nod, and you drop me. Gasping for breath, I see you going towards the window once again. Please! Just use the front door. Just walk out the front door, if you go out the front door I swear to god I’ll leave you alone. You turn towards me, reaching once again for my neck, and I grab your wrists. You back me up, twisting out of my grip and grabbing onto my wrists. You keep backing me up, until we’re almost to my closet. I stop and rest against the open door, and you ask coldly, *Why’d you stop backing up? Keep going. Since you don’t know how to leave me the **** alone.* I don’t have much of a choice. You push me into the closet, and turn me around so I’m no longer facing you, placing your arm around my neck in a choke hold and tightening your grip. I hit your arm once, twice, three, four, five times, and you finally drop me. Your head hurts. I turn to face you, with fear in my eyes, cowering under you. You look at me with confusion. Why are we in a closet? What’s wrong? Why are you- You reach out to touch me and I cower and flinch, shaking my head Please don’t, please, please don’t touch me. Please. I’m sorry. Please. I break down crying. You realize what you’ve done. And you sit in the closet. In your little corner, to punish yourself, as I cower in the corner. Seconds blend into minutes as they pass by, until you rise from the closet, going to the door. You don’t know where you are. You don’t know who I am. You keep calling me another girl’s name. I don’t know who it is. Now it’s your turn to cower in the corner. I can only imagine what’s going on in your head, as you’re crying out with fear and panic over the voices screaming in your head. I let you cry, clinging onto my legs. It’s okay my love, you’re safe now, you’re not there anymore. Let it out. It’s okay. My jeans are soaked now. I gently remove you from my legs and go to change my pants. Your face immediately switches to panic. *No, please, I don’t want to have *** Please. I don’t want to.* Baby, relax. I’m not going to make you. I’m just changing out of these wet pants. As I change out of my pants and into your oversized basketball shorts, your face changes. Come here. I look at you, confused. Now. I slowly walk over to the corner where you’re no longer cowering in. I crouch down next to you. Closer. You pull me onto your lap. I gotta tell you something. I lean over, your lips grazing my ear as you whisper, I want you You begin kissing my neck. Kissing, touching, gently. I almost didn’t notice anything was wrong. It wasn’t until you looked at me and asked, What’s your name, girl? That I realized you weren’t really here. I looked at you, dumbfounded, and you shrugged, *Okay, I guess that doesn’t matter. You’re **** as hell.* I pushed off of you, shaking my head. I’m your girlfriend. Remember? You shake your head. I don’t date girls like you. Why don’t you just take that off? You stand, walking towards me. Just relax. No! I push you off me, and you laugh coldly. Babygirl, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. But I love it when they fight back. You grab me by the neck, kissing me roughly, as your free hand pulls my shorts off. I’m pushing you. I’m pushing you off of me but you’re too strong. You grip my ******* tightly and begin pulling them down, but I grip them tighter and keep holding them up. Stop. Please. Stop. I use my most authoritative voice and you chuckle with amusement. Guess we’re doing this the hard way then, hm? You pick me up and set me on my back on the ground. I go to get up. You pin me back down by my throat, prying yourself between my legs. You begin to touch me. I flinch under your touch and keep pushing, keep pushing you off of me. You pin my hands with both of yours. You bring my hands together and hold them both with one of your hands. Stop. Fighting. You resume touching me. My body betrays me as I squirm and leak. You know you like that. Don’t you? You enter me, and I cry out in pain as you use me for your pleasure. Call me daddy You demand, and I shake my head. You grab me by the throat and begin going harder. Faster. Harder. Faster. Again, you demand, Say it. The word escapes my lips and you grin with satisfaction. I close my eyes. I stop fighting. I do anything I can to take a mental vacation somewhere far, far, away. I’m not here. This isn’t happening. It’s not. It’s okay. I’m fine. It’s almost over. You pull out suddenly, and look at me with horror. No… no… no, no, no, no, no, no You let go of my neck. Then my hands. You back up and stare at me as if I’m on fire. Please tell me I didn’t just do what I think I just did. I wish I could. I wish I could tell you that you didn’t just do what you think you just did, but you did. Your head hurts. So ******* bad. You retreat to your corner in the closet, and I retreat to the corner opposite in the room. Now it’s my turn to cower in the corner. The next morning, you’re helping me move my stuff out of my room, into your mom’s car. She’s taking me to the airport. The ride to the airport is silent. When we arrive, you open the door for me, and scoop me up bridal-style so I don’t get my shoes wet in the puddle you’re standing in. I hug you tightly, holding back tears. I kiss you gently, holding back words. I love you. I love you, too. As I walk into the airport, leaving you standing in the rain, I realize: The roses never came.

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Jun 17, 2019

Jun 17, 2019 at 12:12 PM UTC

lianna-walters

The Roses Never Came

!!!!!!Trigger Warning: **** domestic violence, abuse, suicide!!!!!!!! When I moved to your hometown, I saw your true colors. I saw that power meant more, your dominance meant more, your ego and your assertiveness meant more to you than I did. I tried. I tried to leave you alone, but like a moth drawn to a flame, time and again I allowed myself to draw nearer to you, shocked when you burned me every time. Isn’t that the definition of insanity? Days later, I cut you off. I blocked you. And it felt good. Like I regained some of the control you took away from me. I was starting to feel like myself again until I got home that night. You busted through the deadbolt lock on my door. My backpack was missing. I called your mom in a panic, having not connected the dots until moments after I hung up the phone with her and I heard your voice, calling me from outside my window. I asked you. I asked you once. I asked you twice. Did you do that to my door? Your calm, unchanging face didn’t even blink when you answered, No. It wasn’t until I put two and two together, you being there, having my backpack, the holes in your story, your unchanging, unsurprised, unsympathetic face, that I realized what you had done. And when I called you on it, you admitted it. Why lie to me? Why lie to my face? So I blocked you, again. Leave me alone until I give you the word, I said. Just leave me alone. Two days later, I was breaking down crying over my inability to be alone, over my inability to love my broke pieces enough to pick myself up and put myself back together Two days later, I called you. You told me you were sorry. And that you sent me roses in the mail, set to arrive sometime before I left, two weeks from then. And I melted I caved I gave up being strong and decided to instead be naïve, oblivious, or simply in denial. We can make it work at least until I leave, right? What’s the worst that can happen? But then the worst started to happen. Your flashbacks took away your memories of me and replaced them with menacing, intrusive thoughts Replaced me with other girls Nameless, faceless, meaningless bodies for you to use as you please Or a roadblock in the way of you achieving peace at last, kissing death’s sweet lips The bad guy you worked so hard to bury deep within your subconscious became very, very conscious Very real I first noticed it the day we were walking to the park, I said you were less mature than I, a harmless quip meaning no personal injury You walked on the opposite side of the street as me, refusing to look at me, refusing to acknowledge me, refusing to come back to my side. But when that car full of guys rolled by me, whistling, yelling various unsolicited, uncomfortable things resembling compliments, you laughed. You laughed at my fear. And still wouldn’t walk with me. It was that day, you got in my face and dared me to put my hands on you so you could lay me on the ground It was that day, I asked you, why are you talking to me like this? It was that day, you answered, if I don’t hurt you verbally, it will be physically. It was moments later, through tears, I begged, why do you treat me like this? It was moments later, with cold eyes, you answered, to feel powerful Is it a switch? Can you flip it on and off? How can the one who caresses my face so very gently, The one who calls himself my protector at all costs, The one who rushes to my side at every beck and call, The one who opens doors for me Walks two hours in the rain for me Spends all his money to send me roses, Be so cruel? Three days before I’m supposed to leave, you come spend the night with me We’re laying down, whispering sweet nothings to each other in the darkness When I suddenly admit, I’ll miss you. Don’t go, you say. But I have to. I have to, my love. It was then that you grabbed me by the neck, and told me I was not going to leave you. Baby, please, I can’t breathe. You’re not leaving. I don’t care if I have to take you away Then you jolt out of it, looking at me with confusion. Your head hurts. Just lay on me chest baby, it’s okay I stroke your hair slowly, softly, calmly Why is your heart beating so fast? It’s not baby, close your eyes. I hear it. What’s wrong? Nothing, love, I’m fine. Just anxious about the move. You know, you could stay here with me. Baby, I already got my plane ticket, I’m leaving in a couple days. No. No? No. You grab my wrist with one hand. Baby, let me go. No. Babe, you have to let me go. It’s okay. No. Stop saying that. Baby, I- It’s too late. You’re already on top of me, grabbing my other wrist and pinning me down, your dark eyes beating into mind. Baby, please let go of me, you’re squeezing too tight, you’re hurting me. Your grip grows even stronger, and I feel the panic rising in my chest again. Then you jolt out of it. Your head hurts. You need to lay down. This time, I don’t let you lay on me. This time, I simply watch you lay there. You reach out for me I flinch Concern flickers in your eyes, babygirl what’s wrong? You haven’t flinched around me in months. It’s nothing. It’s something, talk to me. What did I do? You… um.. you pinned me down. You h-held my wrists. You wouldn’t let me go… You laugh. I wouldn’t do that, unless you were trying to leave me Baby, I’m leaving the state in two days. Your eyes turn cold. You yank my hair, pulling my head back. You what? I don’t answer. You WHAT? I-I’m leaving in two- You yank my hair again, harder this time, before letting me go. Your head hurts. Really bad, really, really, bad. Lay down baby, it’s okay. I kiss your forehead tenderly You’re okay. My last day there was the worst. By far, the worst. Laying down, we’re past the stage of denial over me leaving. I’m leaving tomorrow. And I’m so horribly sad to leave you behind. You’re depressed. You don’t want to be here anymore. You don’t see yourself living without me. *You’re the only thing ******* keeping me here anymore, you say bitterly.* You’re gonna have to be strong for me when I leave, my love. I know you can. Just die with me, you plead, *it’ll be quick. I can choke you to death and **** myself. We’ll never have to be apart again.* We don’t even know what’s on the other side. What if it’s nothing? What if we don’t find each other? You insist. You beg. You plead. You cry. Until you finally give up convincing me, your hand creeping up towards my neck. Let me go. Baby, let me go Your hand is around my neck. Tightening. It’s getting harder and harder to breathe. There are black spots clouding my vision, like when you stand up too fast after sitting for too long, except they’re everywhere Please, babe, please just… Shhhhh babygirl it’s okay, close your eyes, go to sleep So I do. I close my eyes and you slowly remove your hand from my neck, kissing me tenderly on the forehead, before getting up and going to my window. You open the window and as you’re looking down at the two story drop, my eyelids flutter open. I reach out for you as you go to climb out the window. Baby, stop, I whisper weakly. You’re supposed to be dead. But I’m not. Just, come here, it’s okay, you don’t have to do this. I stand slowly and come to you, grabbing your arm to pull you away from the window. Now it’s your turn to demand that I let you go. Just let me do this. I need to do this. Leave me alone. No, you don’t, just come here. Before I can even blink both of your hands are around my neck and squeezing, lifting me off the ground. Leave me alone before I make you leave me alone. Unable to breathe, I nod, and you drop me. Gasping for breath, I see you going towards the window once again. Please! Just use the front door. Just walk out the front door, if you go out the front door I swear to god I’ll leave you alone. You turn towards me, reaching once again for my neck, and I grab your wrists. You back me up, twisting out of my grip and grabbing onto my wrists. You keep backing me up, until we’re almost to my closet. I stop and rest against the open door, and you ask coldly, *Why’d you stop backing up? Keep going. Since you don’t know how to leave me the **** alone.* I don’t have much of a choice. You push me into the closet, and turn me around so I’m no longer facing you, placing your arm around my neck in a choke hold and tightening your grip. I hit your arm once, twice, three, four, five times, and you finally drop me. Your head hurts. I turn to face you, with fear in my eyes, cowering under you. You look at me with confusion. Why are we in a closet? What’s wrong? Why are you- You reach out to touch me and I cower and flinch, shaking my head Please don’t, please, please don’t touch me. Please. I’m sorry. Please. I break down crying. You realize what you’ve done. And you sit in the closet. In your little corner, to punish yourself, as I cower in the corner. Seconds blend into minutes as they pass by, until you rise from the closet, going to the door. You don’t know where you are. You don’t know who I am. You keep calling me another girl’s name. I don’t know who it is. Now it’s your turn to cower in the corner. I can only imagine what’s going on in your head, as you’re crying out with fear and panic over the voices screaming in your head. I let you cry, clinging onto my legs. It’s okay my love, you’re safe now, you’re not there anymore. Let it out. It’s okay. My jeans are soaked now. I gently remove you from my legs and go to change my pants. Your face immediately switches to panic. *No, please, I don’t want to have *** Please. I don’t want to.* Baby, relax. I’m not going to make you. I’m just changing out of these wet pants. As I change out of my pants and into your oversized basketball shorts, your face changes. Come here. I look at you, confused. Now. I slowly walk over to the corner where you’re no longer cowering in. I crouch down next to you. Closer. You pull me onto your lap. I gotta tell you something. I lean over, your lips grazing my ear as you whisper, I want you You begin kissing my neck. Kissing, touching, gently. I almost didn’t notice anything was wrong. It wasn’t until you looked at me and asked, What’s your name, girl? That I realized you weren’t really here. I looked at you, dumbfounded, and you shrugged, *Okay, I guess that doesn’t matter. You’re **** as hell.* I pushed off of you, shaking my head. I’m your girlfriend. Remember? You shake your head. I don’t date girls like you. Why don’t you just take that off? You stand, walking towards me. Just relax. No! I push you off me, and you laugh coldly. Babygirl, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. But I love it when they fight back. You grab me by the neck, kissing me roughly, as your free hand pulls my shorts off. I’m pushing you. I’m pushing you off of me but you’re too strong. You grip my ******* tightly and begin pulling them down, but I grip them tighter and keep holding them up. Stop. Please. Stop. I use my most authoritative voice and you chuckle with amusement. Guess we’re doing this the hard way then, hm? You pick me up and set me on my back on the ground. I go to get up. You pin me back down by my throat, prying yourself between my legs. You begin to touch me. I flinch under your touch and keep pushing, keep pushing you off of me. You pin my hands with both of yours. You bring my hands together and hold them both with one of your hands. Stop. Fighting. You resume touching me. My body betrays me as I squirm and leak. You know you like that. Don’t you? You enter me, and I cry out in pain as you use me for your pleasure. Call me daddy You demand, and I shake my head. You grab me by the throat and begin going harder. Faster. Harder. Faster. Again, you demand, Say it. The word escapes my lips and you grin with satisfaction. I close my eyes. I stop fighting. I do anything I can to take a mental vacation somewhere far, far, away. I’m not here. This isn’t happening. It’s not. It’s okay. I’m fine. It’s almost over. You pull out suddenly, and look at me with horror. No… no… no, no, no, no, no, no You let go of my neck. Then my hands. You back up and stare at me as if I’m on fire. Please tell me I didn’t just do what I think I just did. I wish I could. I wish I could tell you that you didn’t just do what you think you just did, but you did. Your head hurts. So ******* bad. You retreat to your corner in the closet, and I retreat to the corner opposite in the room. Now it’s my turn to cower in the corner. The next morning, you’re helping me move my stuff out of my room, into your mom’s car. She’s taking me to the airport. The ride to the airport is silent. When we arrive, you open the door for me, and scoop me up bridal-style so I don’t get my shoes wet in the puddle you’re standing in. I hug you tightly, holding back tears. I kiss you gently, holding back words. I love you. I love you, too. As I walk into the airport, leaving you standing in the rain, I realize: The roses never came.

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"Don't fall in love. It's not worth it. They'll trick you they'll make themselves the reason the sun shines and sets and the reason you wake up every morning and then they'll leave and you'll forget how you did it before them."

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Jan 4, 2017

Jan 4, 2017 at 12:28 AM UTC

lianna-walters

-Unknown

"Don't fall in love. It's not worth it. They'll trick you they'll make themselves the reason the sun shines and sets and the reason you wake up every morning and then they'll leave and you'll forget how you did it before them."

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We confine ourselves To the love we believe we deserve

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Dec 31, 2016

Dec 31, 2016 at 2:49 AM UTC

lianna-walters

Confinement

We confine ourselves To the love we believe we deserve

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I'd rather have someone live for me Than have someone die for me Anyone can jump in front of a bullet in one last tragic action But how many can put the blades down? How many can make a constant choice to live despite their struggles As opposed to a momentary decision? Yes, I'd rather have someone live for me Than have someone die for me Because I don't wanna be the one everyone avoids eye contact with at the funeral I wanna be the one people look to and think "she really changed his life" I wanna be the one he looks at and thinks, "she gave me a reason to get up each morning" I don't wanna be the cause of a death, romantic and tragic as it may seem I wanna be the reason for the decision to live

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Oct 6, 2016

Oct 6, 2016 at 12:27 AM UTC

lianna-walters

Don't die for me; live for me

I'd rather have someone live for me Than have someone die for me Anyone can jump in front of a bullet in one last tragic action But how many can put the blades down? How many can make a constant choice to live despite their struggles As opposed to a momentary decision? Yes, I'd rather have someone live for me Than have someone die for me Because I don't wanna be the one everyone avoids eye contact with at the funeral I wanna be the one people look to and think "she really changed his life" I wanna be the one he looks at and thinks, "she gave me a reason to get up each morning" I don't wanna be the cause of a death, romantic and tragic as it may seem I wanna be the reason for the decision to live

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"I'm sorry if your dad left you . I'm sorry if your dad hit you . I'm sorry if your dad passed away . I'm sorry if your mom left you . I'm sorry if your mom hit you or got hit by your dad . I'm sorry if your mom passed away . I'm sorry if you get bullied . I'm sorry if you cut your wrists . I'm sorry if you can never get sleep at night . I'm sorry if you throw up after you eat because you don't want to gain weight . I'm sorry if you cry in your room for hours . I'm sorry if you get called a ****** for being gay . I'm sorry if your boyfriend or girlfriend hits you . I'm sorry if you feel like you're not good enough . I'm sorry if someone broke your heart . I'm sorry if you got cheated on . I'm sorry if you're in foster care . I'm sorry if you're homeless . I'm sorry if you would rather be homeless because being at home is torture . I'm sorry if you rake your nails down your arms . I'm sorry if you feel like nobody cares . I'm sorry if you feel invisible . I'm sorry if you feel you won't be as " pretty " or " handsome " as someone else . But guess what ? You are beautiful . I'm sorry if you don't want to be saved . I'm sorry if you do want to be saved , but nobody is around to help you . I'm sorry if you lost a loved one . I'm sorry if your brother or sister has a mental illness . I'm sorry if I've hurt you . I'm sorry if you've been sexually harassed . I'm sorry I've not always been there when you've needed me . I'm sorry if you have to sell drugs or do them because you hate reality . I'm sorry for all the pain you kept inside for so long . I'm sorry if your heart is broken . I'm sorry if you feel this way . But I know that with everything that is going wrong , one day it will go right . I care about you , I want to give my all to show you how worth it you are . I want you to live , I want you to fight this . I need you here . All your pain is something that probably followed you everywhere . I know that things are hard , and nobody understands what you're going through . You fake a smile , but I can see it . You think you're unloved , but I love you so much . I promise you're loved . If you think it's time for you to go , it's honestly not , this isn't worth it. I know you want to die , nobody would miss you right ? Those thoughts are all a lie , those demons in your head are lying to you . All those people telling you to **** yourself aren't there when you need a hug , they aren't there when you're punching walls . They assume you won't do anything, they aren't there when you're breaking down , and crying , but I promise you'll feel better soon , don't do this . Don't leave me . I need you . You're worth it . I know you're enough . I love you . I'm always just a message away . Stay strong ."

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Sep 30, 2016

Sep 30, 2016 at 12:34 AM UTC

Rattling of a pill bottle fill the silence And I don't realize how desperately I long for anything but the silence Until it's gone. What is wrong with me? I'm holding on to how things used to be Because letting go has never been my thing But I think it's time, And I'm scared Letting go means finding more to fill that, Silence And I'm not sure I can. I'm not sure I can... What is wrong with me? Barely a week clean And I'm already craving When can I stop this **** self hatred, And learn to love myself? As opposed to harming myself. What is wrong with me? Why do I always jump to feelings of anger, sadness, and irritability? Why do I long for physical pain so intensely? Why do my thoughts of self loathing present so vividly? What is wrong with me? I'm a tragedy, really. A piece of artwork, pulled apart at the seams A kind heart that's torn up, scratched and bleeding But you could never tell, for looks are deceiving What is wrong with me? I have help. I know people care. But the last person also told me they'd always be there, And where the **** are they now, definitely not here And I know not everyone's the same, But it's one of my biggest fears What is wrong with me? I long for the day Tears spill from my eyes My heart's ripped into pieces, and I'm feeling betrayed But the last thing I wanna do is reach for the blade Because I'll be stronger than that. But letting go has never been my thing. So I'm stuck holding on to how I used to think What the hell is wrong with me?

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May 8, 2016

May 8, 2016 at 1:36 AM UTC

lianna-walters

What is wrong with me?

Rattling of a pill bottle fill the silence And I don't realize how desperately I long for anything but the silence Until it's gone. What is wrong with me? I'm holding on to how things used to be Because letting go has never been my thing But I think it's time, And I'm scared Letting go means finding more to fill that, Silence And I'm not sure I can. I'm not sure I can... What is wrong with me? Barely a week clean And I'm already craving When can I stop this **** self hatred, And learn to love myself? As opposed to harming myself. What is wrong with me? Why do I always jump to feelings of anger, sadness, and irritability? Why do I long for physical pain so intensely? Why do my thoughts of self loathing present so vividly? What is wrong with me? I'm a tragedy, really. A piece of artwork, pulled apart at the seams A kind heart that's torn up, scratched and bleeding But you could never tell, for looks are deceiving What is wrong with me? I have help. I know people care. But the last person also told me they'd always be there, And where the **** are they now, definitely not here And I know not everyone's the same, But it's one of my biggest fears What is wrong with me? I long for the day Tears spill from my eyes My heart's ripped into pieces, and I'm feeling betrayed But the last thing I wanna do is reach for the blade Because I'll be stronger than that. But letting go has never been my thing. So I'm stuck holding on to how I used to think What the hell is wrong with me?

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I don’t get it Please help me understand how your promises of “forever”, Are already over, I seem to lack the understanding as to how I was your “everything” But now I don’t seem to be anything to you but a ******* game, Is this fun for you? It’s a shame I’m backing out, this game is for two Have fun playing by yourself. It’s interesting how you tell me your friends have nothing to say to me Yet it seems you still have things to say to them about me And even your closest friends are in my inbox, trying to learn my side of what’s going on here. Hm. Go ahead and mock me I dare you, call me crazy Tell your friends I’m obsessed with you or whatever helps you sleep through the night, But know that I’m getting my rest regardless. Because I went from “Oh my God, he doesn’t even care anymore” To “You know what, I don’t even care anymore” And now every night I sleep great. What’s funny is you begged me for a chance, I sent you away yet you still came crawling back So I don’t understand what the hell you’re playing Do I amuse you? Or are you simply trying to seem cool? Cause it’s weird how you were crystal clear about how you used to feel But now you can’t seem to remember how to express your emotions See, I’m starting to wonder if you had any to begin with Or was this all just a run through? A twisted, ****** up way of seeing how much I would do for you? You might as well tell me now, you have nothing to lose Not anymore See you already ****** up You already lost the girl who’d have done anything for you Because you were too **** stubborn to care about her

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May 6, 2016

May 6, 2016 at 11:08 AM UTC

lianna-walters

I don't get it.

I don’t get it Please help me understand how your promises of “forever”, Are already over, I seem to lack the understanding as to how I was your “everything” But now I don’t seem to be anything to you but a ******* game, Is this fun for you? It’s a shame I’m backing out, this game is for two Have fun playing by yourself. It’s interesting how you tell me your friends have nothing to say to me Yet it seems you still have things to say to them about me And even your closest friends are in my inbox, trying to learn my side of what’s going on here. Hm. Go ahead and mock me I dare you, call me crazy Tell your friends I’m obsessed with you or whatever helps you sleep through the night, But know that I’m getting my rest regardless. Because I went from “Oh my God, he doesn’t even care anymore” To “You know what, I don’t even care anymore” And now every night I sleep great. What’s funny is you begged me for a chance, I sent you away yet you still came crawling back So I don’t understand what the hell you’re playing Do I amuse you? Or are you simply trying to seem cool? Cause it’s weird how you were crystal clear about how you used to feel But now you can’t seem to remember how to express your emotions See, I’m starting to wonder if you had any to begin with Or was this all just a run through? A twisted, ****** up way of seeing how much I would do for you? You might as well tell me now, you have nothing to lose Not anymore See you already ****** up You already lost the girl who’d have done anything for you Because you were too **** stubborn to care about her

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We are all ****** anyways...

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lianna-walters

May 5, 2016

May 5, 2016 at 2:12 PM UTC

emily-tucker

I don't care

We are all ****** anyways...

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Shiny soft medal between my fingers, so sharp and slick. Like a drug you're used again and again till I pass out of blood loss. Constantly on my mind like a new lover, such a dreadful thing yet my only medication. Hurting to only relive broken hearts and condensed souls. Just as deadly as a cigarette in the mouth; life slowly fades from my wrists and thighs. Buts it's okay.. I wanted to die anyways.

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lianna-walters

May 5, 2016

May 5, 2016 at 2:12 PM UTC

emily-tucker

Silver Blades

Shiny soft medal between my fingers, so sharp and slick. Like a drug you're used again and again till I pass out of blood loss. Constantly on my mind like a new lover, such a dreadful thing yet my only medication. Hurting to only relive broken hearts and condensed souls. Just as deadly as a cigarette in the mouth; life slowly fades from my wrists and thighs. Buts it's okay.. I wanted to die anyways.

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Blades split my wrists. Pills fill my stomach. Fourteen years young yearning for eternal rest. But why must these thoughts consume my mind in class? At home? Deathly shadows hold hands; wrapping around craniums boney crown, through eyes, finger tips and toes. Sealed from mouths, sound never escapes thy lips. In death, and in life. For blades will always speak a written language on arms and thighs that can never be told through expression of word.

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lianna-walters

May 5, 2016

May 5, 2016 at 2:09 PM UTC

emily-tucker

Written Language

Blades split my wrists. Pills fill my stomach. Fourteen years young yearning for eternal rest. But why must these thoughts consume my mind in class? At home? Deathly shadows hold hands; wrapping around craniums boney crown, through eyes, finger tips and toes. Sealed from mouths, sound never escapes thy lips. In death, and in life. For blades will always speak a written language on arms and thighs that can never be told through expression of word.

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