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385 · Nov 2017
Reasons
Lexi Nov 2017
Do you actually have to have a reason to **** yourself? Why do you have to explain your reasons? What if you have none? Why would I tell you if I wanted to **** my self.

    Y o u   w o u l d   s t o p   m e
377 · Nov 2017
That went well
Lexi Nov 2017
Dear Brain, what the **** were you thinking?!

Sincerely, Heart
374 · Oct 2017
My dam
Lexi Oct 2017
My dam is full and its about to break, it reached capacity this morning. Slowly for the past 3 months it's been filling up with emotions I never shared, my thoughts I never spoke and my actions in which I'm not sure if I should or shouldn't have done. Scared and helpless on what to do now; What is there to be done? No one to get supplies and help fix it. Do I even want to fix it? Why fix anything when theres no one that will need saving. The man who helped build this dam is working for a new girl now. As the **** breaks ill be standing on top, drinking liquor while painting pictures on my arm in red with a silver pencil.
368 · Nov 2017
Storm Called Love
Lexi Nov 2017
"Umm Ok.." The boy said; voice cracking mid sentence to the girl who once had eyes as blue as the ocean, but now as grey as a storm cloud. "Okiee dokiee" she whispered back to him. A boy who has a smile that can make anyone smile but this time there was no smiling.
Little did they know they were destroying eachother.  He walked away and she stood there,waiting, to see if he turned back. He didn't. Not until she started walking did he turn, mouth open, about to say something, but she was to far away. The both of them, with tears in their eyes whispered to the wind: "I still love you".
it was originally 3 sentences but then I just had to put detail and then this happened tell me what y'all think. I follow back
360 · Nov 2017
Trust No One
Lexi Nov 2017
I'm scared you'll run away If I tell you what is wrong
You can not promise you will stay
There's a pattern and I'm starting to catch on
You see, you'll act like you care
Everyone always does
But when you are needed you won't ever be there
So I turn to my drinks to feel that familiar buzz.
359 · May 2020
Baby Steps
Lexi May 2020
There's a mom out there who is staring down at her legs with so much anger and pain she can barely see.

There's a mom, with no proof she recently cleaned the entire house, she tries to calm down her toddler who has yet to sleep.

There's a mom, with tears and a loud mind waiting until she wins back control of her emotions before she ***** something else up.

There's a mom all on her own and no therapy/counselling that worked, she began to build her walls again for the last time.
Tired of judging my every action. Will I ever be enough?
355 · Feb 2018
6 months of pain
Lexi Feb 2018
its been 5 almost 6 months
since I left you,
4 months
since we started talking again.
3 months
since I tried to move on
2 months
since I found out you moved on but that it didn't last
1 month
since I've been dying to tell you that I still painfully love you.
"Time will heal" but it never does.
348 · Dec 2019
Death
Lexi Dec 2019
Why is death so evil when
you
try
to
****
yourself?
people turn the other way pretend you didn’t speak those four words
Yet, when others die from other causes
they
cannot
talk enough of it?
347 · Dec 2019
How?
Lexi Dec 2019
How can you love me more than words describe but when I see myself I just feel shame and empty inside?
How can you be so happy to see me but I can barely look in the mirror?
How can you be so afraid to lose me but the mere thought of dying brings a smile followed by tears?
332 · Apr 2018
Will I? Maybe.. possibly
Lexi Apr 2018
Getting high with me is always a game of chance.

Will I be happy? Laugh and dance around with out a care in the world? Be fun to hang around and talk to maybe?

Will I be worried? Start thinking of all the things I’ve said and done wrong years ago.
Start to think that you only do things because you have to not because you want to.


Maybe, I will be sad and hate myself and apologize to whom ever is around me at the time and then apologize even more for apologizing in the first place.

Will I get angry and start crying and yelling at you for no reason and then flat out ask why you are yelling at me?

Maybe.. possibly.. I do not know. It’s always a game of chance.
I don’t mean to be so confusing when high. It all depends on the day.
330 · Nov 2017
Dream Darling
Lexi Nov 2017
Sleep. Sleep away your pain. It's
all you can do.
327 · Mar 2018
It’s them.
Lexi Mar 2018
What if we aren’t depressed;
What if we’re just the only ones who see the world as It is:
Broken, heartbreaking, beautiful, blind and deaf.
Maybe we aren’t the broken. Maybe they are just misguided
Thoughts
315 · Oct 2017
Untitled
Lexi Oct 2017
She picked herself up and built her walls higher than ever before. But she added a door. A door that will either save her or **** her. Her heart is scared to trust but her gut is to confused to say anything. She is terrified but Inlove.
I don't even know what this is but its what I'm feeling soooo idk..
306 · Nov 2017
Bob
Lexi Nov 2017
Bob
Bob is my darkest shadow and only friend.
Bob is sometimes a bully that when I'm in bed at night sits on my chest making me feel as if im suffocating.
Bob makes me think things which --give it time-- I will believe.
Bob is the reason that I push people away and lie my *** off so even the most stubborn ones will leave.
Bob is also the reason I have one hand on my stomach clutching at the skin as if somehow that will make my stomach stop twisting and closing in on itself. The other hand on my mouth trying to muffle the sounds of my sobbing and the gasps as I run out of air and start choking on my tears.
Bob is my depression.
Bob is in no way my friend. But I can't get rid of Bob.
I finally got the courage to read this to my mom cuz this explains what I'm feeling n what's going on in my head and she changed the subject cuz she felt uncomfortable. Sooo now I post it. Poetry is my self harm and you guys are the endorphins.
304 · Nov 2017
Thinking
Lexi Nov 2017
Trying to write when your high is like throwing rocks into a lake and trying to remember what shape and color they were and how far you threw them.
289 · Nov 2017
Experiment
Lexi Nov 2017
I will not tell you anything that is wrong
My ****** expressions and tones will not betray
I will keep this up, I don't know for how long
I guess I'll keep doing this till you see I'm okay
Deep down I think you think I'm a lot to handle and I'm sorry.
I'm going to be the worlds most fake person and see where it gets me.
287 · Dec 2019
I don’t know..
Lexi Dec 2019
I don’t know and nothing is all I feel;
it’s all I think. My muscles aren’t responding or maybe my brain just didn’t tell them to do anything
I don’t know.
My eyes however haven’t stopped flowing. Other than my heart, which I feel beating behind my eyes, seems to be working
274 · Oct 2017
Breaking Point
Lexi Oct 2017
An ache in my chest as if my heart is nailing boards into it, trying, using everything it possibly can find to help keep it intact, preparing, getting ready for the final break. The break that will not so easily if not ever, be fixed. like dropping a crystal on a granite
floor--that shatter, is what I might accidentally have made happen. I am the reason I will be dead. I am the reason my heart will be no more.
272 · Oct 2017
The Battle
Lexi Oct 2017
My heart is wrapped, suffocating in a thorn vine,
held prisoner by doubt in the darkest part of my mind;
Ambushed by my feelings and thoughts
it beats with purpose
Pounding, thrashing out as hard as it possibly can
knowing no bounds against my conscience
trying
fighting
to win this endless battle.
268 · Oct 2017
Who Am I?
Lexi Oct 2017
I lost myself a long the way
I changed my world so you'd stay
Now that you're gone I don't know what to do
Because I made my world up revolving around you
You played with my mind, emotions and heart
That to me is the cruelest yet saddest part
I got lost trying to keep you
I didn't realize nor think if your love was true
I trusted to easily
I forgave to much
I fell so hard and now its normal for me
I wrote this back when I was 14 and it was about my first relationship
250 · Feb 2018
Awful curse
Lexi Feb 2018
Her curse
was that she felt
t o o  m u c h,
at times, to the point
where she felt
n o t h i n g  at all.
My mom says it's a blessing and we need more people like me in the world. So full of compassion and emotions. But it's so sad when we get hurt because we feel every     Little      Thing
244 · Feb 2018
Runner
Lexi Feb 2018
she is a runner, no one quite knows her for she always has one foot planted, ready to run if things turn for the worse.
She runs from the unknown and the problems she has, she runs from the boy she loves because she's going to get hurt.
That's who she is, that's what she's become. Her mind is a bully but she never called quits.
Lexi Mar 2018
“I went to bed
with flowers in my hands and woke up caressing a riffle” -Amanda Frances
222 · Nov 2017
Why Bother
Lexi Nov 2017
Who do you talk to when you realize no   one   actually   cares.
When you realize they just want you when your benifical.
When you can't talk to that one person because they were right (again!)
When your up at 3am and need to talk to someone but your to much of a burden.
who do you talk to when you're making up things and believing it and everyone is just trying to help you?
Silly girl you know the answer. You breathe in the drugs and you cry to your pillow.
I don't know if contradict is the right word or not but I definitely did something funky there lol
221 · Nov 2018
Our Unborn child
Lexi Nov 2018
After doing everything I possibly could to keep you, I realized it was not me who was the issue.
You were.
With one seemingly simple choice, you broke two hearts. One all too fragile, that knows loss and love, hate and guilt. And one that has yet to meet the world, who will never understand why his dad left him.
209 · Oct 2017
The box of what?
Lexi Oct 2017
This box is very fragile, it is made up of a past life with very delicate memories. Where there was not a care in the world, where you don't have to hesitate to tell someone something and not ask yourself if they will turn their backs to you, leaving you drowning in pain and regret for thinking you could trust them. Where you can actually be happy, you can smile, laugh and be silly. Not exaust yourself by faking a smile and forcing yourself to keep your shell up, to not let anyone in. But where you can grow up with friends and not worry about waking up to a new school. Where you would have to meet new people, make friends then leave all over again. To just grow up like a regular kid, with a regular family who loved her instead of neglecting. Unfortunately It
                                       was dropped
What was in it again?
I wrote this when I was 14 when I had to move schools and cities leaving everything I ever knew behind. I love my life as it is rn I would never take my other life back.
184 · May 2020
Untitled
Lexi May 2020
I'm not good enough I know this.
I mess up every chance i accidentally get.
  I hurt my body but get in trouble from others.
   I barely see my son
    I cant keep people in my life.
     I want to reset my life.
Quarantine
179 · Oct 2022
I knew a girl
Lexi Oct 2022
I knew a girl who was happy. She talked to anyone, Always wanting to help.

I knew a girl who’s smile was broken but always gave advice so that people could smile.

I knew a girl who was ***** at a young age but it Didn’t stop there. She felt like she had a target painted on her back she couldn’t go anywhere.

I knew a girl who was constantly told she wasn’t good enough. Everything she did was wrong. Her words, her expression, her brain wasn’t right.

I knew a girl with such hate for the world she imagined her room ******* broken in half. Bed frame in pieces, her window is smashed, broken pictures on the floor; blankets covered in glass.

I knew a girl.. who was also a daughter, She was happy, made people smile, but was too broken inside.

I knew a girl.. she’s no longer alive.
145 · Apr 2020
Lost time; hurt body
Lexi Apr 2020
Something   happened     to       me
that I don’t remember but
my
body
does

— The End —