I used to think I was different.
That something about me, set me apart from other girls.
In truth, I was the same.
Everything about me was ordinary.
I would say I had a sense of gentleness
When really,
I’m just another sensitive little girl.
Sep 22, 2020
Sep 22, 2020 at 6:56 PM UTC
I only feel worthy when my clothes are on the floor.
I only feel worthy, when playing a *****
Half alive, heart still beating
Head above water, yet I’m barely breathing.
I’m a mess; only secure when I’m getting undressed
I feel thats my purpose.
Without my body or looks,
I’d be worthless.
Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 1:48 AM UTC
Sometimes I just need the world to stop.
I can’t take the motion of life spinning in a blur.
Things move too fast, I lose my balance.
Then I fall.
I don’t like falling.
It hurts, it’s humiliating.
I lay in the grass, watching the clouds
Head spinning at the speed of earth
I just wanted things to stop.
A giant super nova and BAM!
Oblivion would take place.
Life would stop in a swift movement.
Light reaches earth at a speed of 7 minutes.
We’d have 7 minutes of unknown bliss.
Then we’d all die.
Life itself would cease to exist.
Jun 4, 2020
Jun 4, 2020 at 10:46 PM UTC
Maybe we weren’t meant to fit
Perhaps we weren’t the correct puzzle pieces.
You could say we were trying to force it.
But that’s how I do puzzles.
I force pieces together, that clearly don’t go.
Red goes with blue,
Green goes with yellow.
It’s abstract I say.
Were we abstract?
Or maybe we weren’t meant to fit.
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 7:08 PM UTC
I drink before seeing you
I drink before seeing you because alcohol helps me make bad choices.
And you are a bad choice.
Or maybe it just allows me to place blame not on myself, but again the alcohol.
I open myself up for you, I spread my legs and let you take me.
I want it.
But I know it’s wrong.
It’s a bad choice.
May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 1:47 AM UTC
It may sound stupid or vain, but I know I’m pretty. Well maybe not pretty, but attractive. I know I’m not bad looking or ugly, but I’m not a typical beauty. I know I’m not beautiful. I’m not one of those girls where you look at them and marvel at their faces and wonder why or how they got to be so beautiful. I fall between the cracks, with me in lamest terms; I’m pretty. Not beautiful, gorgeous, or stunning, just pretty.
May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 5:51 PM UTC
Blue with red surrounding my eye;
You ask if I was crying;
Rather you think I was high.
Vulnerable, or ******
You’ll never know
Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 2:08 PM UTC
My life is full of heinous decisions and unattainable goals
Chest cavity bare,
Nothing but a gaping hole.
Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 4:01 PM UTC
"I miss you"
Let me tell you what you miss:
You miss the way how you'd wake up first and watch me sleep just for a few more minutes, how I looked so peaceful and at ease in your arms. You miss the way I'd tease you, calling you silly names that I would make up in my head that were weird to pronounce.
You miss the way I would touch you; passion igniting from my fingertips, warmth filling you after a cold days end.
You miss the idea of me. The things we used to do. Those were a few examples of the good things. When dealing with sorrow it's easier to look at the good times and say "I miss that." Not to get confused with "I miss you." You don't miss me. Even if you did you wouldn't want too.
Dec 27, 2017
Dec 27, 2017 at 1:24 PM UTC
My words cut deep, leaving a metallic taste.
Chocking on arsenic, my tongue toxic.
My lips drip poison, you taste me turning sour.
I'm bitter.
Now you're choking, I try mouth to mouth.
Killing you slowing; unknowingly.
Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 9:53 PM UTC