Mi sonrisa
Brilla como sombras negras
Mi imaginación
Viral como mariposas en el jardín
Tengo alas andrajosos
Y un mente colorido
Pero lo oculto mis ideas
Con pulpas grises
Y una sonrisa falsa
Mi alma azul
Se desvanece
Con la navaja
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 6:27 PM UTC
My thoughts about you are like police sirens underwater-
loud but blurred
I guess what I'm trying to say is
Your face doesn't leave my mind
For even a second
The way your hands would trace my spine
Still gives me chills
Even though we are not together
You haven't left
You're the piece of the puzzle I lost
From the once completed puzzle that took me years to complete
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 10:16 AM UTC
Your arms and legs are the sky
Full of formations of stars
That used to be clear
When the sun used to shine
But with darkness comes night
And with night comes being alone
Cringing at the sound of silence
So many questions
Now imperfect visions
Of what used to be constellations
Blurred through the telescope
The clocks are backwards turning
Stomach uncomfortably churning
Although it's concerning
That your heart is burning
Those pills mean no returning
From where you're leaning towards going
You can't go down there
Down in the ground
When your body was found
You seemed to have drowned
The thought of it sends you away
Mind now spinning
Like the Milky Way's silky waves
Swirling in a circle down the drain
The color of crimson red
Or down the toilet
Like your last meal
All you have left
Is the darkness
From your fingertips to your toes
And those dark constellations
Sweeping across your arms and legs
Like the night sky
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 9:24 PM UTC
You waved the tool in my face
Causing a switch to go off in my brain
My thoughts distorted
My body springing to action
Trying to make you stop
What you had already done
The new raised lines on your upper arm
Caused by simple office supplies
Wouldn't have happened
If I hadn't left you for just a second
For the moment my back was turned
You were half past gone and a mile away from better
Both of are breathless
The shiny twisted piece of metal
Somewhere on the floor
Sitting across from each other
Your shoulders shook against mine
My tears burned into your shirt
And were mopped up with your brown hair
I spoke through choked sobs
As hurt memories flashed through my brain
Like the trailers of movies
Showing only a quick remembrance
Of my past
That leaked into your present
But you feel as though your present is not a gift
For you're falling down the rabbit hole
Not to Wonderland
But to the land of pills and hospital beds
Where it is not wonderful in any shape or form
Your scars can still heal
If you stopped retracing the red lines you've made
And realized
You are something
I care about you
And so do others
So if you won't try for yourself
Try for them
Try for me
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 9:32 PM UTC
With a simple glance at the monster
Icy chills are sent down my spine
And my mind goes back to the eleven-year-old mind I once had
Hurt and confused
By the words that pour out of the monster's mouth
Each one causing a permanent scar on my body
That not even all of the therapists I've been through can fix
The only thing I can't figure out
Is why
Not why it said all of the awful things it did
But why I believed them
I allowed myself to believe anything that came from the monster's mouth
Like a child believes their parents
About Santa Claus
Or the tooth fairy
And just like that child
I grew out of the monster's lies
I have a purpose
I keep trying to tell myself
Now believing a whole new sort of lie
For the monster's lies
are now my truth
Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 7:14 PM UTC
Drink one
My eyes grow heavy
I sit in a fold out chair
In the corner of the living room
Drink two
I zone out
To the sound of the rest of my family getting riled up about who knows what
I want to join in
But then again
I don't
Drink three
Things start to get fuzzy
My words slur
I decide to join in after all
Drink four
It's probably a bad idea
To say whatever comes to mind
Laying on the bathroom floor
Drink five
This was supposed to be fun
Not a nightmare
My sister cries into my cousin's arms
As I laugh to myself
Blackout
Dec 25, 2013
Dec 25, 2013 at 6:54 PM UTC
The old blue box filled to the brim
With bandages, Advil, and what my dad used to call "magic healing lotion"
So that we would feel special when putting it on
After falling down
From the monkey bars on the playground across the street
Or that first time I fell off of my bike
Now my pain is more than skin deep
Not a simple dab of magic healing lotion and a Spider-Man bandaid
Will help stop the blood dripping from my wrists
The old blue box filled to the brim
With bandages, Advil, and what my dad used to call "magic healing lotion"
Now sits on the top shelf of the closet
Collecting dust
Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 3:52 PM UTC
The days that are the worst
Are when I feel nothing at all
Not exactly low
Just numb
That's what depression does to you
A cancerous numbing
Slowly spreading
Until your whole brain goes cold
Trying any remedy
To feel something again
But it's too late
I've already lost all feeling
I'm no longer living a life
I'm just simply existing
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 6:56 PM UTC
The days that are the worst
Are when I feel nothing at all
Not exactly low
Just numb
That's what depression does to you
A cancerous numbing
Slowly spreading
Until your whole brain goes cold
Trying any remedy
To feel something again
But it's too late
I've already lost all feeling
I'm no longer living a life
I'm just simply existing
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 6:56 PM UTC
I've spent the past months
In and out of different abbreviations PHP
I'm getting there, halfway at least IOP
all because of my scars SIB
my thoughts SI
my patterns OCD
my creativity EDB
If these cause you confusion
You're in luck
You're not crazy Code White
For I know all the codes in the book
And look where I am now Code Green
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 8:39 PM UTC