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Annie McLaughlin Jan 2016
Happy birthday,
Dad

from the kids
you left behind

Happy birthday,
Dad

through the promises
and lies

Happy birthday,
Dad

do they celebrate
up there?

Happy birthday,
Dad

if only your lungs
they still had air

Happy birthday,
Dad*

on the first day
of the year

Happy birthday. . .
. . . Dad


I always thought you'd
make it here.
I cried on Christmas over you. Now I cried on New Years, too. In fact, I think this year started with tear stains on my cheek. But happy birthday. . . You should be here. I miss you . . .
Annie McLaughlin Sep 2015
I want to feel your calloused hands on my body
But I know
I know my mind is against it
I wish to feel your lips
Trailing tender kisses
Not to skip an inch
But I know
I know my inner self would fight it
Some days I even dream
Of the most beautiful intimate things
Yet I know
I know those are only just dreams
You, on the other hand
You make your dreams come true
Oh, yes, you certainly do
Trailing kisses through the soft skin
Of yet just another girl
Who fell to believe your harmonious sins
Annie McLaughlin Mar 2016
I hate these words repeating in my head
I hate these rhymes my brain has been fed
I hate this feeling of not feeling my feelings
I hate this part when it's too late to hang from the ceiling
I hate the guilt that I guiltily push down
I hate it when all I can think of is the same old noun
I hate my hate towards hateful beings
I hate the ****** melody my mouth sings
I hate that I have no say at this point
I hate my heart breaking, worse than breaking of joints
I hate this room and this house and this neighborhood
I hate these things that everyone should
Love and adore but somehow I can't
I hate when I become to the shrinking size of an ant
I hate this verse that I'm making
When I stand up in class and recieve laughs at my voice shaking
I hate my complaints and I hate my emotionless emotions emotionally seeping out of my motionless skin
I hate this I hate that I hate you
I hate that I'm lying right now just to pull me through
so many words in my head... i don't know how to describe them
Annie McLaughlin Jul 2016
He is the sun on a rainy afternoon.
He is the voice that fills the silence in your car.
He is the strong and the humble and the proud.
He is the laugh in the back of your throat.
He is the hand that gives you support.
He is the song that you keep coming back to, years after your first listen.
He is the insomnia that keeps you awake at three in the morning.
He is the clouded memory in the back of your brain.
He is the kind of love that you don't even know exists until you've had it.
Annie McLaughlin Dec 2015
This one's for all the ****** angels
Bearer of knives and guns
I know you didn't use to think this way
You were just like one of us
Annie McLaughlin Mar 2016
I was hospitalized
due to beatings and bruises and ****** black eyes
I told my mom that I fell
and I told my sister, my father, and the doctor as well
I don't think they believed me
but the last thing they would guess is that it all came from him, see
so when I finally came home
they threw me a recovery, surprise party show
and they invited him, oblivious
did they not see him as michevious?
I spent the whole night being forced to hug, kiss, and love
my abuser who called me his drug
and the next morning I landed myself back in the hospital
and I told my mother, my sister, my father, and the doctor I fell -
not to be a downer, but I think I'd rather this hell
Annie McLaughlin Sep 2015
You can not ever feel the same after such a tragic pain
But princess, you're a star
And all the tragic tragedies are what makes you who you are
When you walk out of a storm
Looking as if you got caught in the disaster
You still wear your smile
And that is what makes you beautifully beautiful to me
Annie McLaughlin Jan 2016
My teacher gave me homework
she said to find a chord
that represented me, my life,
and my place on the board.

I did not turn in the homework
so my teacher and I spoke
I told her I did not exist
(not even as a chord)
and most saw me as a joke.
Annie McLaughlin Feb 2016
A house is where my bed lays with a pillow
and fresh linen
A house is where I spend my nights
and although it may have kin in
A house is just a space in which
to hang the pretty lights
A house is not a home
unless I have you in my sight
Annie McLaughlin May 2016
We are constantly being defined by labels
As if that is all that matters
Oh you're a teenager, all you can do is wait tables
Im a wife, I'm a daughter
Until all that shatters
Widow and orphan, newlywed or divorcee
Freshman, gothic, black or white, king and queen.
Workaholic, hobo, immigrant, pale face
The only label that should matter
Is us -
The human race.
I am tired of being defined by labels. We are all human and we are all to be seen as equals and that is what should matter.
Annie McLaughlin Jan 2016
I can tell you how to write sad poems,
all my favorite songs that make me cry. . .
I can recommend movies that end in a suicide note
or books, where the character never does learn how to fly.

I would lend you the eyeliner that is most smear-resistant
for the days that you have to sneak away to the public restroom, lock yourself in a stall, and finally let the emotions out. . .
I can talk about my old car and the boys I've kissed in it
and how they took advantage without a doubt.

And yet I will always say I'm doing good when you ask
and promise there is a brighter side to life
because you do not have to be clever to make yourself a mask,
there just need be a (false) sense of contentment in your eyes.
Annie McLaughlin Jan 2016
You
apologize
for leaving
but it is not as if
you
       were really here
anyways
Annie McLaughlin Jan 2016
She is a beautiful sight
As she she walks across the room
To fetch my creamy delight

Oh how i miss her so
Standing there across the room
At a counter of cream froze

And i know shell be back soon
So i have to say goodbye
Cause im a goon
Ice cream
Annie McLaughlin Feb 2016
Girls don't want guys who abuse them
Girls don't want guys that just use them
Guys don't want girls who act ******
Guys don't want girls that get glitchy
Girls sometimes get stuck with destruction
Guys sometimes can't handle construction
We get put here because we come to think that is all we amount to
Someday it will be too late - no way to run from you
before you start thinking this is about you, it's not, you are great

- xoxo
Annie McLaughlin Feb 2016
no, no, no
don't go down that road
you know that's not where happiness is found!

no, no, no
don't try to fit her shoes
you weren't made to walk her ground!

no, no, no
don't let them tell you where to go
you weren't meant for the background!

no, no, no, no, no
don't stop kicking now
everyone else has drowned. . .

oh
don't die on me yet
only water does surround!
Annie McLaughlin Dec 2015
If my friends knew
of the pain inside
and the technique I created
for my scars to show up
perfectly aligned
I do not believe
they would remain my friends much longer.

If my friends knew
how I cry at night
and try to choke myself with my own dark hair
and finally,
lay broken and sobbing
in the midnight air
I would not blame he or she
if they stopped being friends with me.

If my friends knew
how I turned to *** to numb the pain
or jumped out the window
to feel again
I wouldn't blame my friends
for saying Im insane.

Lastly and surely,
if my friends knew
how many times I have bled
or burned
or weeped
or screamed
or tore away my lover's clothes
to distract my brain from
burning eyes
my friends might figure out
my disguise.
Annie McLaughlin Feb 2016
Just if you so listen, I would do anything
As soon as I stop crying, I'll crouch down on my knees
So caught up in the pleasure, you couldn't hear me plea
But that's okay, I had my time, this part is not about me
I'll come over after midnight only seeking out a shoulder
But you force me to repay you, unapologetically
I wipe my tears and strip my clothes, leaving all for him to see
Sometimes he locks me to the bed and threatens to throw the key
And all I am is a lost cause, caught up in the debris
Every night, it never stops - monotonously
And some night I may just not show up
Because I gave up on talking and letting him ***** me
Someday I will disappear,
I'll be his absentee
Annie McLaughlin Jan 2016
I kissed a boy
who's mother beat him
and who went home at night to his little baby sister
and prayed that she would never end up with a guy like him

I kissed a boy
who's mother neglects him
and spends all his time
wishing and waiting for what could have been

I kissed a boy
who's mother just let him
do whatever he wants to women,
because that is what his father believed also

I kissed a man
who's mother respects him
and who treats a lady with care and gratitude
putting her own needs before his own

The first boy I kissed,
he touched me when I said no

The second boy I kissed,
he lied and broke me whole

The last boy I kissed,
was nearly twice my height and age

The first man I kissed,
he loved me for every page

Now if this doesn't tell you
the love of a mother,
I am not quite sure what will.
Just because you
got treated like a *****
doesn't mean your son
should treat women as that still.
The same with fathers. Growing up, boy or girl, lacking a parent, or just not being treated correctly, can affect your whole aspect on life. Parents are important, whether you know it now or not.
Annie McLaughlin Feb 2016
I let her
open a bottle that was so clearly supposed to be closed
I let her
crawl inside and lick up what I left behind
I let her
experience the pain and the sting of a mistake I was lucky enough to postpone
I let her
find her way back out as tears brimmed her stolen eyes
I let her
risk the chance of shedding blood and ripping clothes
I let her
do the who and what I knew was wrong inside
Annie McLaughlin Dec 2015
Stop it.
Stop it, you're hurting me.

pain seeps through my pours
blood stains the newly-bought carpet

No!
Your mother loved that carpet*

I beg
for her to stop;
leave me alone.
I don't like this game anymore

. . .

but my own shaken hand
refuses to set down
the weapon
Annie McLaughlin Jan 2016
God,
(I'm not praying, I'm mourning)
It is exactly 1:04 in the morning
and 37 seconds
and I can't even ******* sleep
and there is no one that I can talk to who understands me
because the people that do,
stopped caring when I started trying. . .
I'm writing this here on this piece of paper or computer screen
(whichever you choose)
because I ******* miss you.
And I know that you would yell at me if you heard that word
come out of my mouth
but I would rather you yell
than not say nothing at all. . .
****, ****, ******
You're still not yelling so that means you must
really be gone. . .
It's 1:09 now, dad
and 17 seconds
and I have school tomorrow
but I can't sleep because you always ******* haunt my thoughts
and I used to think that I wanted to **** myself
because I thought I could be with you when I die
cause you said we could meet again in heaven,
you remember that, right?
Sure you do, that was one of your
last ****** days on this earth
But now that I don't believe in heaven
or hell
or maybe even God,
what have I got to die for?
In fact, what the hell do I even have to live for?
You're so ******* gone and
it ******* hurts
and maybe it makes me a ****** poet to write
so many curse words in a poem.
You would scold me if you read this.
But you can't read this,
and you're not scolding me
and you're not even ******* here anymore.
You're just gone,
and *God,

I need you to hug me and tell me it's all okay
and call me your little girl one last time
and let me see you ******* wasted
off your knockers one last time
and let me come home to find you broke into our house again
and let me listen to you yell at my mother
once more. . .
God, maybe this makes me a bad person
but I would take anything just to have you back.
I ******* miss you. . .
and no matter how hard I try
I can not put down in words the immense
seering pain that I have felt.
It's 1:17 a.m
and who ******* cares about the seconds.
I'm sorry... this isn't poetic or pretty... its just truth and ugly.
Annie McLaughlin Jan 2016
You paint your nails
ten different colors
and wear three layers of shirts
Two shades of eyeshadow
and twelve favorite songs
in six different genres
and hide
a rope and a gun under your pillow
because you are indecisive.
Annie McLaughlin Sep 2015
In my eyes, you can see
The prettiest girl
Laughing so happily as her dad lifts his whole world
He whispers in her ear, "I won't ever hurt you"
In my eyes, the most beautiful memory I knew

In my eyes, you can see
The most frightened girl
Shaking so violently as her dad harms his whole world
He whispers in her ear, "I didn't mean to hurt you"
In my eyes, the most scariest memory I knew

In my eyes, you can see
The saddest girl
Crying uncontrollably as her dad leaves his whole world
She whispers in his ear, "Now you've hurt me"
In my eyes, the most tragic memory

In my eyes, you can see
The loneliest girl
Breathing so heavily as she harms her own world
She whispers to herself, "I didn't mean to bleed"
In my eyes, the most painful memory

In my eyes, you can't see
The brokenhearted girl
Lying so still as she leaves this cold world
She whispers to herself, "You will stop hurting"
In my eyes, the last memory I knew
Annie McLaughlin Dec 2015
I heard photographs show who you really are inside
And maybe that is why
You say you're ugly every time
Annie McLaughlin Jan 2016
You think                                        the clothes that I wear define who I am?
You think                                        that all I amount to is a simple word - emo, goth, scene
You think                                        that there is something wrong with not being okay?

I think                                              that you do not understand
                                                         what it is like
                                                         to have your whole entire existence
                                                         on this earth
                                                         defined
                                                         by one
                                                         word
Can we not just love what we love and do what we do without being picked out and stereotyped?
Annie McLaughlin Feb 2016
I fell in love with a drug addict
I even bore his child
He sobered enough to kiss her cheek
and then left me, once again, in the wild

I fell in love with him for who he be
and this love left me feeling e'er so lone
when the drug wore off and he loved just me
I fell in love with his troubled own

I fell in love with the wrong sort of lad
One minute he's here yet the next is a blur
I feel so ashamed as my child cries "where's dad"
I don't know baby, he's probably with her

This man whom I love
he should not be a father, he should be kicked
the man whom I love is a disgrace of all others
I fell in love with a drug addict
This is for my parents . . .
Annie McLaughlin Dec 2015
Why is it
that writing
suicide notes
has become
easier
than
apologies
Annie McLaughlin Jun 2017
I slipped up.
I slit cuts.
I didn't mean to.
I drew blood.

I read online
When I was probably just 14 or 15 years old
That most people don't stop until their 20's
And it scared me
But I thought
"No, I'll stop right now"

But I didn't.
I couldn't.

I slipped up.
I slit cuts.
I didn't mean to.
I drew blood.

And now that I'm older
It hurts more to try to hide it
And now that I have people that care about me
Often times they don't understand why this part of my life is still relevant
And all I can say to make them understand is

I slipped up.
I slit cuts.
I just had to.
I drew blood.
Annie McLaughlin Sep 2015
You fake a smile
Just so they won't see
You forge a laugh
So they don't hear the cries
In the dark
All those sleepless nights
Or the scars
Much more than just lines

Dead
We're all dead here
You forge a laugh
Just so they don't see
Dead
Dead am I
Oh the scars
Much more than just
Life
Comes and goes
Much more than just lines
Annie McLaughlin Jun 2017
I relapsed
it happened so fast
and now there's blood on my favorite hoodie
and I don't know why I'm so sad
I ******* relapsed
and my best friend hugged me silently because she saw the scars on my arm
she didn't say a word because she thinks it's not her place
but all I want to do is cry or scream in someone's face
and now I'm looking at my arm just before I fall asleep
and I keep thinking to myself

that looks really bad
that looks really bad
that looks really bad

it feels like no one understands me
I have nowhere to run
I've started pushing people out
I've started denying any fun
this is getting scary
how did this come on?
I relapsed, baby
really quick and really much
there's some blood drops on the floor
but if ever someone asks
I will say

Well, I don't know where it came from
but that looks really bad
that looks really bad
*that looks really bad
I'm hurting so ******* bad right now... Just a week ago I was fine... And now I have too many scars on my arm to count and I'm always sad and I don't know why. My mind is screaming for help but my tongue refuses to ask
Annie McLaughlin Sep 2015
In the air, cold as you
I can only see a half of the moon
And I laugh as I realize its leaving me, too
Cause you think that'll always be there
But you come home one day and
Where?

The snowflakes remind me of you
The bracelets, the things that they do
The flowers, colored so bright
Jeans the flavor of night

I heard you say you're gonna know
I'll come back with a different glow
Even though we said goodbye
I still feel words lingering in the air
With the hope that you'll catch them out there
Annie McLaughlin Sep 2015
Look out little blue bird
Don't fall apart
You're too young and fragile
To have a broken heart
Please don't sing a sad song
Don't even know one
Look out for the new bird
Two is more than one

Look out little blue bird
Look out, don't you run
Face your problems, little blue bird
Or don't have none

Lock your heart, little blue bird
Give away your love
But when they offer, blue bird
Don't take none

So look out
Where you spread your wings and fly
Don't you go too far
Leave something behind
Wrote this soooooo long ago
Annie McLaughlin Feb 2016
He fell alseep to the sound of my voice
he claims that it soothes him
Even when I trail off about simple things like the sky
or the library or the color of my blouse
I recognize that it wooes him
The places we visit, I describe in great detail
he sits quietly and smiles to his feet
An unfamiliar scent that he reaches to inhale
He asks what's that and is it lovely like me
He insisted on taking me to see a movie on our fifth date
but I didn't miss the tears as he sat there and listened
Sometimes he gets shaky when I come home too late
he doesn't know my looks, but he knows my voice glistens
He hasn't met my eye
but he knows they're my mother's
He doesn't recognize all the pity stares
or the muscle that follows my big brothers

Maybe love is blind
and maybe he is love.
Annie McLaughlin Feb 2016
I will be back tomorrow night
I will come bearing more gifts*

the next night, insomnia visited once again, as promised
and brought the gifts of
freshened tears and quickened heartbeat,
racing mind,
cold blood,
shattered heart pieces.
because sometimes the hurt and the pain are more constant and trustworthy than the humans.
Annie McLaughlin Sep 2015
Madeline, Madeline
Shut your eyes really tight
Come with me, its about time
I'll take you to your paradise
Come on my dear
You can fly
Madeline

She took another step
Till she was right on the ledge
Her eyes could see so far
To the heavens and back
She spread her arms like wings
And falls as if she's really flying

Madeline, Madeline
You're a blessing in disguise
Madeline, Madeline
Trust me dear, just close your eyes

Falling like a devil's trap
Madeline no longer cried
Madeline, she's going down
But Madeline says she's finally free

Come with me, take my hand
Death isn't as bad as you thought it were
More of an escape than the afterworld

Madeline, Madeline
I'm calling you, Madeline
Come with me and you'll be safe
Your scars will heal
You'll see better days

Madeline, just let go
Madeline, don't give up hope
Madeline, you can fly
Madeline, but then you'll die
Madeline, you can be free
Madeline, come with me
Annie McLaughlin Feb 2016
I stole myself a keepsake for remembrance of my father,
a bracelet made by he that lasted 3 years, no longer
I picked me out a souvenir in summertime Muskogee
but now they sit so rusted and do of nothing to me
I hang old captured memories, tacked into my right wall
but they still just stand, a memory, that's all their worth in all

I will need no souvenir to remember you
I will need no keepsake hung up with a sticky glue
I will have your hand to hold, forever and again
If I need reminder, I just gaze up past your chin

Even all the words I wrote, someday will be just that
They may still hold a meaning, but I can never bring it back
The pearls pierced through my ears handed down from generation,
even they are getting old throughout this newer nation
Stories ended with their what if's and could have's
are too far passed now, just sit for some good laughs

I will need no souvenir to remember you
I will need no keepsake hung up with a sticky glue
I will have your hand to hold, forever and again
If I need reminder, I just gaze up past your chin

Why do we need bibles and these holy books to say
something once was, and I think again one day
I only can remember that one time I landed hospitalized
because the get well notes be still on my shelf advised
I used to keep a diary when I was just young,
to write down all I saw until it wasn't all fun

I will need no souvenir to remember you
I will need no keepsake hung up with a sticky glue
I will have your hand to hold, forever and again
If I need reminder, I just gaze up past your chin

For you are my souvenir
living life with both so near
Your hand is just a reminder
of the time that we have spent, in you, the *meaning finder
My life consists of making, saving, and capturing memories. But for once I like the thought that it doesn't all have to be a memory, in the past, some things last. I hope you are one of those.
Annie McLaughlin Sep 2015
Memory still haunts her like a semi
Endless dreams of headlights
Gravestones all around
Buried in the ground
The sound of midnight howls
Annie McLaughlin Feb 2016
That one is either rolling a cigarette between her teeth
or picking out this morning's rushed breakfast keish.
That man is either yelling lyrics to an upbeat rap melody
or scolding his young child, with his back to me.
That mom is either arguing with a voice on her earpiece
or the little girl, defeated, with her head in her knees.

I would tell that lady that her teeth look fine,
or that cigarettes ****, but she might respond with I don't mind
I would tell that man that he's good at what he does,
or he shouldn't yell at his kid, we all know that's not love
I would ask of the mother to pay more attention to her girl,
or maybe a bit less if that's what's making her hurl.

I wonder if anyone plays this game with me
when all you can do is wonder when all you can do is see.
I wonder what they think and if to them I seem okay
I don't mean to intrude, I just fasten my seatbelt and play.
When you can't help but observe the life outside of your sideview mirrors, and sometimes it leaves you wondering.
Annie McLaughlin Sep 2015
Monday was terrible.
Horrific.
I spent the day sulking on my lonesome and went home ready to erupt.
I could feel the slight tingle of tears threatening their way through my eyelids
Ready to pour over the second they perched open
But due to my lack of sleep last night
I doubt I could even build up the strength to open my glossy eyes
Even if I wanted to

In a weird sense
I enjoyed the mere thought of Monday being able to make me cry
I almost laughed
Or screamed
Or both

A year ago today
Everyday was a Monday to me
Everyday went horribly
Everyday made me come home crying and lock myself in my room
I was so used to that constant repetitive torture
That Monday appeared to be no different than any other day
Monday was just... It.
Tuesday was "it"
Wednesday was "it"
Thursday was "it"
Friday was "it"
Even Saturday and Sunday were "it"

But now, today
Monday is distinct
In a horrifyingly gruesome way
And this tear-jerking unsatisfying Monday gave me hope

Monday made me cry
Tuesday did not
Wednesday did not
Thursday did not
Friday did not
Not even Saturday or Sunday made me cry
Only Monday made me cry
Only Monday

Just as Monday made 7 billion other humans cry
On this torturous inescapable earth
It also made me cry

And that gave me hope that maybe I really am normal
Or I can be
Or I will be

Because Monday is unbearable for everyone
And Monday is unbearable for me
And the rest of the week is alright for most people
And it was alright for me
And Saturday and Sunday are fun for most people
And Saturday and Sunday were fun for me

Somewhere
Deep inside my clouded, muddy mind
I caught a glimpse of hope
That maybe
There is hope for me
Maybe I am cured
Maybe I can be
Maybe I will be
Annie McLaughlin May 2017
wind
wind in my hair
arms
arms wrapped around you
noise
noise in my ears
fast
the faster we go

country roads and
small town squares
you and I have seen it all
racing quickly around the curves
you and I have done it all

breath
breath in my ear
kiss
kiss on my neck
wind
wind in my hair

fast
the faster we go

.
Annie McLaughlin Dec 2015
Y o u    D o n ' t    D e s e r v e    F o r    M e    T o    S p e n d    T h i s    M u c h    T i m e    O n    Y o u

A f t e r    W h a t    Y o u    D i d



B u t    H e r e    W e    A r e*
                                             I'm sorry.
messed    up
Annie McLaughlin Feb 2016
I used to think I would meet you again
Somewhere below the ever-rising stars
Clothed in your embrace, what I call a win
The moment my father takes out my scars

All that I long for is one last goodbye
So that Intsead I could beg you "please stay"
I thought you would hold me, say It's alright
And I wait every moment for that day

Oh, please come again; I know that you will
That's what I said when I thought of your death
Just the mere thought of you sends me to chills
I'll slowly await the feel of your breath

Yet now that I've grown, I know it's a lie
All you are is gone, why'd you have to die?
Wrote this a while ago for my English class - a Shakespearean Sonnet
Annie McLaughlin Apr 2016
clock in
somewhere between midnight and eery silece
peeling my eyes wide, can not close
(they can't)
have to keep busy
busy, busy, busy
my mind is always busy like it's a job
no time for breaks
no happy thoughts
the one laying next to me is rich in slumber
resting from his day of work
I am wide awake,
my mind working quickly, my eyes watering just on que
it's all part of the routine
I have to never forget you
it's okay, my dear dreamer
sleep well,
I will take the night shift.
My thoughts - jumbled and mixed together.
Annie McLaughlin Sep 2015
Where were they
When you were crying yourself to sleep at night?
Where were they
When you were battling the demon's fight?
Now darling,
Where were they
When all was falling apart?
They all came too late
For only now
Are you in their hearts
For Lea Robertson, the girl I only had the pleasure of passing in the halls a few years ago. The girl that last posted "nobody notices until its too late" and proved exactly that. This is for Lea, the girl who ran away. This is for you, whether you're out there alone and afraid, or no longer breathing at all. Because what you said was true. They never did notice, until it was too late. #comebacklea
Annie McLaughlin Feb 2016
I once did bear the flags and symbols
And pride
Of the star spangled banner and gun toters
And the red white and blue
And the discrimination of those "unluckily" not born into such a country as ours.
I once did support the presidential idiocracies and the government corruption,
That is until I ripped away the blinding shield
And recognized the joke that this state has become,
The troubles it has caused,
And the morons who actually believe they can better it again.
I used to be one of those oblivious cheerers
Hanging onto just a dream and a hope
That hides the dust and the bones
Of America.
I do not believe that my children deserve to spend their life
Growing up in such a messed up universe.
The first chance I recieve,
I am running,
Away from this cold morbid land
Unless they have killed us already.
Annie McLaughlin Oct 2015
I wish to stop feeling like I am nothing
Because feeling like I am nothing
Only leads to doing nothing
Even where there is not nothing
To do
And feeling like I am nothing
Only causes everyone else
To view me as nothing
So maybe the only way to stop feeling like nothing
Is to become nothing
For those days, like today, when I feel completely and utterly worthless...
Annie McLaughlin Feb 2016
You told me to hold onto a feeling
and I couldn't even do that,
What makes you think I can hold onto
the railing ?
Annie McLaughlin Feb 2016
Pain
- Endless supply
- Free of cost
- Condition: Used
- Need room for other feelings
- Please reply ASAP


My mother always taught me that if I don't want something, to just donate. Someone could always use it for good. So, please, take it away from me... I don't want it anymore.
Pain
Annie McLaughlin Feb 2016
Twisted together, chest to chest, skin to skin
strong arms shielding my tiresome eyes from the wicked of the night
Why would anyone take such safety from me?

Tossing my body delicately on the patterned carpet,
fingers playing with my sides lightheartedly, giggles erupting from within our souls
Why would anyone take such joy from me?

Whisper of voice blending so sweetly with the strings of music,
smiles cascade down our chins
Why would anyone take such peace from me?

Understanding glances without so much as an expression or an afterthought,
the sublime caress of vowels and consonants rolling swiftly through our tongues' exchange
Why would anyone take such love from me?
and I am not one to give up.
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