they say it is a cry for attention
but the steel kiss of razor blade
against her fiercely fragile skin
is the only attention she craves
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 6:18 AM UTC
the glasses through which I see the world
are painfully smashed
I see fault lines wherever I look
the faces of loved ones
blurred into anonymity
my own identity
blown to pieces
barely recognisable
I am lost in my own skin
seeing no way out
only broken glass
and shattered dreams
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 10:11 AM UTC
the light of my life
the cool glow coming from the
refrigerator
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 3:45 PM UTC
my emotions lurch
like a boat in a storm;
violent and unrelenting.
the time has come
to abandon ship
and sink to the inky depths
calm at last
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 3:33 PM UTC
I have made a home
for the sadness living inside me
I have fed it with my fears
it has grown strong on my doubts
in return it gave me nothing
instead taking all it could;
my smiles
my strength
my sanity
until I am left barren and empty
a shadow of myself
a crumbling shell of a house
that depression claims as home
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 6:48 AM UTC
I pick at my sleeve
until the wool unravels
and think to myself
how much would it take
for me to unravel along with it?
Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 7:48 AM UTC
when I was a little girl
my mother always said
"a boy is only mean when he likes you"
after all these years
maybe that is why
I cut and burn and bruise
I am loving myself
the only way I know how
in the way my mother taught
Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 7:42 AM UTC
The road is dark, the wind is cold with frost,
I know just where I am, yet I am lost;
I cannot ask for help, although I try,
And so I look to you in the night sky;
Your light is there, so soft, and yet so strong,
My stars, whom I have loved for oh, so long;
And as I cry to you, my mother stars,
Blurred by my tears, stretch out your loving arms
And call to me 'Sweet child, you're not alone,
My child, look up, you'll never be alone'
Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 3:13 PM UTC
I shun happiness not voluntarily
but in the way one's covers
slip off in the night
I never chose this misery
instead I awoke
cold and alone
aware I was unprotected
but in a sleepy haze of apathy
I accept my fate
vulnerable to the darkness
that surrounds my every thought
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 7:15 PM UTC
I am carved from marble
my features wrought in stone
I am cold
I am stubborn
I am unfeeling
but I am stronger than you will ever know
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 7:07 PM UTC