I am not crazy,
Though the voices inside my head would prove other wise,
I am not lazy,
Though I would rather stay indoors than go outside,
I am not sad,
Even though I can easily think myself into depression,
I am not mad,
Even though your cruel words can are a constant suppression
I am just me.
A teenager growing up.
Wishing, I had that extra bit of luck.
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 6:39 AM UTC
I don't really know what love is,
and maybe I never will. All I know is
that there are some smiles you never
get tired of seeing, and some hands you
never want to let go of, and some
absences that hurt too much to ignore.
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 6:30 AM UTC
do you ever just hurt for no reason? Not the type of hurting you get from falling on your knee. I'm talking about when your heart feels like it sank through your stomach and is falling out your bottom end. The type of pain you feel when you lose someone you love.. the type of pain you get when you realize that you and him will never work out, or when you never had him in the first place but your heart aches for him. Yeah it does hurt. You crave their touch, and want nothing more than to just talk to them for a few minutes. When you talk to them you feel like the rest of the world doesn't matter because they are just that important to you. You could not talk to them or see them in days, weeks, or even months and they could still be on your mind each and every single day. It's quite an empty feeling and nobody likes to feel it, however everyone seems to feel it at some point.
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 8:14 AM UTC
He was 16 Trying to be
The perfect guy
Trying to make
Someone understand
How addicted he was
To self destruction
To sadness to the feeling
Of a cold blade
Of an empty stomach
There was nothing
He could say
He could only
Sit in his room
And dream about dying
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 6:59 AM UTC
Dear mirror,
How can I see a fat girl
And count ribs
At the same time?
Dear mirror,
Is it possible
To be gross
And still attractive?
Dear mirror,
One second I sometimes
See a beautiful girl,
Then only hideous disgrace.
Dear mirror,
Which one
Is
Reality?
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 4:51 AM UTC
My waist is thin,
my wrists are thinner.
Bones protrude everywhere
my ribs & my hips & my hands
The number on the scale is too low
the number of things I hate about myself too high
I am wasting away
and I don't know how much
I care
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 4:50 AM UTC
but
I
want
to
sin
on
every
inch
of
your
body.
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 8:33 AM UTC
i never thought that anyone could love me
until the day i wasn't there
to love anyone else
or myself
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 8:33 AM UTC
"Can I ask you something?"
Is either the best or the worst question imaginable.
It can either make you or break you,
And unfortunately,
That's the harsh reality to everything.
It either makes you,
Or breaks you.
A.C
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 8:31 AM UTC