We don't touch
For the risk of it being too much
We don't feel
For the risk of falling in love
We don't admit
For risk of looking stupid
We hold defense
Against all emotions
We guards our hearts
Against any devotion
We cover our tracks
Against our past notions
And yet despite all sense,
Us, shattered, and tattered
Worn away by the senseless wind and ceaseless rain
Unexplainably,
If only temporarily,
Fit.
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 8:43 PM UTC
she feels so alone
even with her family at home
maybe that's why she loves books
hey, at least she isn't a crook
she feels connected to the words
she wishes she could fly to them like a bird
the characters have become her best friends
they make her not want to reach the end
they make her feel special
she knows the feeling isn't artificial
she wishes they could last forever
reality's response to that is "never"
there is a connection between the books and she
from real life, they allow her to flee
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 11:47 PM UTC
she writes on her arm
as a physical method to disarm
she believes this way she can fix the problem
she doesn't think she is awesome
"the words will sink deeper" she tells herself
she's putting the true conflict on a shelf
the words she wrote are just material
she doesn't know her true issue is spiritual
she needs to look deep inside
stop letting her demons hide
they will destroy her slowly
she won't know where her mind is going
suffering on the inside is the worst
one day soon, she is going to burst
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 11:24 PM UTC
***i cried today because
i looked in the mirror
and didn't like what
was looking back at me***
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 11:12 PM UTC
Perhaps the reason I hate myself so much,
is not because I am a horrible person..
but because I have given my love to everyone else
and left none for myself..
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 11:12 PM UTC
My eyes are black,
My heart is cold,
self-hatred is radiating from within my soul,
the mirror reflects what i don't want to see
i hate every single aspect about me
from my abnormal eyes
to my ugly, fat thighs
see, i hate myself too
probably even more than you.
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 11:12 PM UTC
Sliver of silver moonlight beams.
From the other side of the window gleams.
Shines so bright in this dark lit room.
But I cant get out of this awful gloom.
Heart aches and I feel it cracking.
But I cant think of reasons for it to be happening.
I hate myself and I'm so ******* sad.
I'm no good at anything and it makes me mad.
I cant make music, I'm an awful writer.
I have no degree so I'm impossible to hire.
I grew up never knowing what to do.
With no interests, talents, or will to give clue.
I'm stuck as an adult with what feels like no future.
I'm stuck in my head and I feel like a loser.
I don't know anything and I hate myself.
Wish there was a way to escape this hell.
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 11:11 PM UTC
it's awful to pass a mirror and want to look away
it seems my love for myself has gone astray
I blame myself for everything I do
even the rights don't hear a "woo!"
"it's okay" you say
but I know I messed up in some way
my mind is twisted, I can't think straight
my most dominant feeling is self-hate
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 11:11 PM UTC