Thank you..
for getting me out of bed.
for feeding me more.
for silencing the voice,
the cruel one in my head.
Thank you Lexapro
for keeping me here.
Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 4:13 PM UTC
Struggle to wake up.
Feed the cat.
Get to work late.
Push paper around.
Meeting time.
Daydream.
Watch the clock.
Lunch time.
Get back late.
Check the news.
Get depressed.
Check bank account.
Get depressed.
Watch the clock.
Answer the phone.
Push paper around.
Watch the clock.
Leave early.
Dec 14, 2017
Dec 14, 2017 at 4:25 PM UTC
I was 14 and at a Methodist summer camp.
They told us we could spend the last night outside.
Clear sky, under the stars I was happy.
Then he put his hands on my head.
And his hands down my pants.
It felt wrong, I was no longer happy.
I wanted to escape, but I couldn’t move.
The next day I went home.
I was called names.
I lost my friends and “silly” rumors spread.
I put myself in that situation. It was my fault.
It took me 10 years to realize,
It was wrong,
I couldn’t get out,
It wasn’t my fault.
Oct 20, 2017
Oct 20, 2017 at 3:36 PM UTC
It is an endless cycle I go through
Meet a new man, then kiss him and **** him
Next thing I know I'm saying I love him
I can't tell if it even true or if I am just another addict
Addicted to love, the lamest drug
So I take what I can from every man
Convince him he is the one
But really I'm just having fun
The problem with my addiction being
I'm not hurting myself, but instead everyone else
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 7:25 PM UTC
You look into my eyes like they hold all your answers
You look into my soul like it's filled with kindness and hope
But my eyes are turning dark and my soul is on it's way there
Your answers don't reside in me and you won't find the love you deserve.
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 3:49 PM UTC
Tie my hands behind my head
Grip my neck, strangle me
Have your way, make me beg
I'm your toy it's all a game
We're having fun right?
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 8:24 PM UTC
I can't trust my mind
I love him, she says
I need to be alone, she thinks
But what do I really know
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 12:54 PM UTC
You can't look at me directly
Without giving me a wide smile
Icy blue eyes with just a hint of betrayal
You've been hurt, but you know I can do worse
I know you love me, maybe I love you too
But my eyes don't say it all
You can't see my soul or feel my heart
I have not been betrayed or hurt
For I am the master of betrayal
And that is why I look away.
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 9:24 PM UTC
I can admire your music.
Do you admire my mind?
We are both a little miserable.
Can that be beautiful?
Or is it a recipe for disaster?
You haven't kissed me yet
And the anticipation is killing me.
Maybe we are just meant to be friends.
But I'd do anything to hold your hand.
You'd probably hate me if you read this.
Me and my sappy thoughts.
What if I told you about my ***** thoughts?
Would you still admire my sick perverted mind??
I think you're driving me crazy.
Or maybe this is love.
My mind may never know.
Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 10:53 PM UTC
It is so much easier to love you
Than myself
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 4:25 PM UTC