Liana

Liana 1d

The bump on my skin
Like a bomb
I feel I must make sure
Doesn't explode
Even though in reality
I know it won't

I peel it off
But that sets it off
What have I done?
Now there's blood

Why does it feel rewarding
To see the bright red liquid
Pour down my hand?

The pain is a cue
To feel mad
At myself
For I have caused it

There's just one more spot
I need to peel
I swear this is the last one
But it never is

I just pinch
And peel
And pick
Until my physical pain
Can outweigh my mental one

I'm sorry that it worries you
Or makes you feel awkward
But I can't
"Just stop"

Sometimes I don't even realize I'm doing it. People allways tell me that I need to stop. I know. I can't.

(This note was written by a cashier that was a ******* and used butter knives as her bed.)

Liana 1d

Rules With My Mom

Date her
Kiss her
Marry her
She deserves a be happy after all

Just don't crack her anymore
She might shatter

My mom doesn't need another abusive relationship. I don't need another abusive father figure. Took her 26 years, a kid, and a lot of pain to leave him. My mom's going on dates and such which is fine with me, I just hope history won't repeat itself.

(This note was written by a blanket that let the cold in. What's the point?)

Liana 2d

I do believe in ghosts

I do believe in ghosts
But I don't think they need to be dead
To cause fear
And horror stories

They can make things happen
That should never happen
And make people see things
That they shouldn't see
Even when they're breathing
And their heart is pumping their cold blood

I do believe in ghosts
But they don't haunt houses
They haunt minds

They screech open the doors
To anxiety and panic
Making a terrible noise
In my heart

You feel as if they're in the halls of your very being
Watching you
Maybe even controlling you
Whispering loud enough
So that only you can hear

I do believe in ghosts
But I don't think that they can walk through walls
Because people right next door
Have never seen the same ghost that haunts me
They can only hear
Pleas
And screams
When it jumps at me

I do believe in ghosts
Because I have one
That haunts me

My dead people are stars

(this note was written by a painting of everything. Literally everything. Everything when piled over eachother looked like nothing.)

Liana 2d

Prove it

"This isn't a book, Liana"
"Things are as they seem"
"This isn't science fiction"
"This isn't a dream"
My friend tells me
Blames it on how many books I read

"Prove it"
I say

She can't...

Let me talk about how we could all be in a sophisticated virtual reality machine please!

(This note was written by a trash can that no one thought to look in. They thought it was just full of trash. It was filled with answers to big questions, and a whole lot of cash.)

Liana 3d

People Haiku

Far away we are
But at least when we look up
We see the same sky

Experimenting with Haikus

Everyone from here might be millions of miles away, but I take comfort from the fact that we all see the same sky when we look up. We might have a different perspective or opinion on it, but it is the same sky.

(This note was written by a W-rex who has no name. He carried a backpack full of shame.)

Liana 4d

What fathers are for

I don't need a father
To call in the middle of school
When he's feeling like ****
And he wants to bring that on to me

I care that he's crying
Even though I don't want to
Either way
I don't need this from him

He takes your kindness
Empathy
Compassion
And uses it against you

It's not something I can deal with anymore
I'll simply not talk to him

I need a father
To make me feel comforted
And supported
And loved unconditionally

Not so I can be manipulated
And forced to grow up quickly

This is unedited, not so good, but needed to be written.

He feels the need to call me in his episodes, and it's always unpleasant. I'm done with it.

(This note was written by rage's pencil. It was broken into many pieces and smelt of metal.)

Liana 4d

A Monster Or Pain?

Dear monster in my head
I want to see you
Really see you
Inspect you
And understand you

Dear monster in my head
I promise if you come out of the shadows
I'll push away my anger
Desperation

So don’t worry
I’ll clench my fists

Dear monster in my head
I wonder what made you this way
Why you seem to hate me
Why scream these dreadful silent whispers
To me almost constantly

Dear monster in my head
I’ve only seen your beady red eyes briefly in a dream
And I want to observe the rest of you
For if I can’t always control you
I want to understand you

..

Is it you that see now?
Are you that figure coming out from the depths?
I can’t breathe
And I’m crying
Sobbing
But wait a second
...
You're stunning
Not like a sunset
Or a pretty girl
You just feel that way

Dear beautiful hurt in my head
I am so sorry I called you a monster
When you were just in pain

Dear beautiful hurt in my head
All bruised
With tear-stained cheeks
And terrible memories

It turns out that those beady red eyes
Was just the blood bleeding from our hearts
And that you actually have green eyes
That have some yellow near the iris
Just like me

Dear beautiful hurt in my head
I forgive you
And I hope you can forgive me one day
For making you hide in the shadows
Out of sight
And in my mind

Dear beautiful hurt in my head
Let us feel this pain out loud
Together
Holding hands
Watching good and bad days go by

Dear beautiful hurt in my head
I love you
Even though sometimes you make me cry

I feel like recording a 4-minute film of this, so I can show what the hurt looks like.

(This note was written by a fish who wanted to get caught in a net. At least someone would love him.)