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Lost Girl Nov 2018
Loosen the noose.
Put the pills back in their bottle.
Place the knife in the drawer.
Don't write that suicide note.

Live another day.
See where life may take you tomorrow.
Lost Girl Nov 2018
I am a warrior.
Stronger than her demons.
Braver than the darkness.
Lost Girl Nov 2018
Mind is racing.
Leg is shaking.
Palms are sweating.
Heart is pounding.
Throat is closing.
Am I dying?
Lost Girl Nov 2018
‪I forgot what it feels like to be whole.‬
I'm too busy chasing the broken pieces of yesterday and what could have been.
I don't let myself get lost in the moment because I'm scared I'll lose “it”.
I do not even know what “it” is.
But today is here, and I will live.
Lost Girl Nov 2018
Laughs and smiles shared over scrambled eggs and ham
Giggles in class as secret notes are passed
Wandering the school halls with no worry in the world
This was the fantasy of childhood
Happy days were happy nights

Now happy days end with panic attacks and tears
I cannot remember the last time my smile was genuine
Joy never lasts and pain is all that remains
The happiest days have the most miserable nights
Lost Girl Nov 2018
Do you know how it feels to be scared of yourself?
- I do.
Do you cry yourself to sleep?
- I do.
When people ask you what you want to be when you're older, what do you say?
- I want to love myself.
How can someone so smart and funny be so depressed?
-I don't know. I may be the broken crayon.
Lost Girl Nov 2018
Little hands grab the box.
Rays of sunshine glisten in her eyes.
Bright smile and innocent laugh.
Her thoughts are pure and precious.
All of that is shattered when she sees the broken crayon.
Tears fall down her cheek.
The start of a darkening chapter.

I was the little girl.
Now, I am the crayon
.
Unwanted.
Untouched.
Never loved.
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