The words feel empty
as you spit them out
again
Not the first time
you've whispered along
old rhymes
like a lullaby
but the feelings pour through.
They've soothed you before,
You hope they will again
Jan 27, 2020
Jan 27, 2020 at 6:18 PM UTC
Relapse.
It happens.
Sometimes it feels so good, the adrenaline rush for the adrenaline ******
Sometimes you hate yourself more than you did before.
The sweet yet incriminating taste of relapse.
It happens.
Jan 27, 2020
Jan 27, 2020 at 5:26 PM UTC
Onwards
stomping against the tufts -
grass
older than me
The knots
of a time long passed
I walk down
I walk down
Stinging kiss
of a nettle leaf against
my knees; unprotected
I walk down
I walk down
Brambles tug
my hair and arms
but I am rewarded
with the crisp tartness
of a berry.
Jan 27, 2020
Jan 27, 2020 at 1:05 AM UTC
My handwriting
is like a portmanteau of my parents'
I think it fits,
but sometimes
I wish it was different.
I guess that's just the way things are.
But I can change.
Jan 27, 2020
Jan 27, 2020 at 12:41 AM UTC
Walking
the same trails as ever
But different now
They feel ancient
But the tarmac and paving says otherwise
So much is different now.
Jan 27, 2020
Jan 27, 2020 at 12:37 AM UTC
Bubbles flow
past me
upended
underwater
and I struggle
against the water
plastic digging into my thighs
body betraying me
as I desperately
try
to roll.
Jan 27, 2020
Jan 27, 2020 at 12:28 AM UTC
Do not define me as strong
because I have overcome obstacles
A person could do a set number of push ups
but be as weak as they were yesterday
So do not define me as strong
because I have overcome obstacles
Define me as strong
because I could overcome them again with ease
Jan 27, 2020
Jan 27, 2020 at 12:25 AM UTC
Suicidal me
wants to die like the Queen
"peacefully in her sleep"
which
(let's face it)
is not very realistic
for a 19 year old.
Jan 27, 2020
Jan 27, 2020 at 12:04 AM UTC
Tattoos are nice.
I wish the rest of life
could be illustrated.
Jan 27, 2020
Jan 27, 2020 at 12:02 AM UTC