You said you hope you don't smell weird,
your hands were covered in copper
you were in the art room working with metals
I said it was okay
actually
i said "i don't care"
and i kissed you anyways.
as lame as it sounds
i kissed you outside the art room
in a school where everyone hears everything
and everyone's eyes are wide open
i kissed you anyways.
you smelled like fancy men's bath soap
the good kind.
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 9:50 AM UTC
Hands covered in copper,
we kissed
down by the staircase
near period 5th.
You held my waist
all thoughts wilted away
hands covered in copper
we kissed the bad memories away.
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 9:46 AM UTC
The world is keeping secrets from me
maybe that the reason I bleed and fall
maybe I'm just growing closer to learning it all.
Maybe that's the reason I plead
for some sort of secret sweet release;
so I can learn the secrets
that the world keeps from me.
~lynn
Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 1:06 PM UTC
tilted roses,
tilted vases &
tall titled book cases
the world is crumbling
and i'm just mumbling
to myself under thick blankets
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 9:15 AM UTC
I feel as If I’m eternally melting
everything around me that I touch melts too..
I lay down in bed and cover myself in sheets
I melt into my mattress and sink further.
everything around me, everything I touch
Is fouled.
My tears pour from my burning eyes
everywhere I look I see lava
everywhere I glance, they vanish:
The people I love
The people I live for.
the tears dance and roll down my red cheeks
the land on my skin and melt into it
even my tears melt away
as well as every strength left inside me
It melts away .
even you melt away too.
Eternally melting
for I can’t do anything to stop it
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 6:41 AM UTC
Whenever I cut I feel okay at first-
I feel calm and mellowed down-
and then the wave of guilt hits me.
Its almost like eating a Warhead candy
and forgetting how repulsively sour they are.
Or like forgetting to stir your Greek yogurt-
then it leaves a foul taste at the back of your throat.
Instead of a terrible sour flavor,
or a nasty taste at the back of my throat-
I get the urge to ***** after I cut.
I don't know whether its guilt... or what.
But I hate it
-Lynn
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 10:54 AM UTC
i don't know, i don't know, i don't know what to do.
I feel like im going to ***** every last thing inside of me out onto the floor and it'll turn to acid and eat me up from the outside with it.
I feel like im going to ***** up my heart and that'll be the end of me!
Or i feel as if ill throw up my heart and it'll keep pumping blood out and it'll pour out onto the floor and i'll never get to die.
Ill just sit there and suffer as i cough up blood.
i feel like screaming so loud that my neighbors may believe im being slaughtered by my abusive father, but somehow i don't even have the energy to sit up- how would i find the energy to shout?
I feel like taking the sharpest blade in the house so i can use all of my remaining strength to dip the tip into the skin underneath my throat, and to rip it across the fair surface.
i feel like screaming to the world that im sorry for everything and that im just so sorry. Everyone tells me that i apologize way too often but it's the only thing i can ever think to say. I'm a broken record and i keep skipping and jumping all over the place and the only thing that anyone is able to get out of me is the word "sorry" and it's frustrating. Its frustrating for me and everyone else.
IM SORRY.
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 10:44 AM UTC
I want to go to Switzerland.
I want to see the snow and I want to hold you under the covers.
I want to gaze into the fireplace and be warm.
I want to taste your sweet lips as we watch our favorite movies.
I want to giggle with you and see your adorable face.
I want to travel with you to Switzerland.
I want to be yours.
-Lynn
May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 10:16 AM UTC
He wanted me to forget everything
and drop the conversation completely-
but I refused.
Now I must face the consequences.
-Lynn
May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 10:09 AM UTC
I keep telling myself that I can stop the self harm
but i can't-
I keep finding myself huddled up on the bathroom floor
blade in hand-
so then I ask myself...
Do I even want to stop?
the crimson red liquid pores from my insides
and all of the emotions clawing at my guts as well.
there's this demon in me i have to get out
the demon lives in me
-Lynn
May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 11:37 AM UTC