Too much happening
Running out of time
Bad poetry,
But it rhymes

I can’t keep this up
I feel stuck
I’m falling and falling
I hear the birds calling, calling
My horrid name

I sing but nobody hears
I act but nobody sees
I cry but nobody cares
So i continue to weep

I love but nobody cares
My sobs are lost on the air
I just wanted to be normal
Why can’t i just be ******* normal?!

My heart is beating fast
This breath will be my last
I can’t do this anymore
Blood drips to the floor.

I survived.

I can’t breathe
You aren’t there
But your words
still cover my mouth
And I wonder
Will you ever let go?

Memories
Are a hard thing to explain
So here is my attempt.
Imagine a desert.
Every person in the world has at least some memories.
Each memory is represented
By a grain of sand.
To some people, all they see is a little tiny grain
But to the owner
It might be a boulder
Or even a mountain
That they can’t get out of their sight.
No matter how hard they try
They can’t forget.
Stop telling people
To stop making mountains out of molehills
Because you would be traumatized too
If that same thing happened to you.
So friends,
That’s trauma.

I’m not fragile
I’ve just been broken
So many times before
That the glue is unable to hold.
I’m not fragile, am i?

I think I’m going crazy
The voices in my head are getting louder
Unable to think thoughts
Other than what will happen if i eat food
Because somewhere in my brain
Something is telling me
if you gain weight, you will just get bullied again.
You don’t want to go through that again, right?
Nothing but thoughts about food
Cutting
And pills.
To be frank,
The voices need to shut the **** up.

She stares at the ceiling
cracks whispering her name,
over and over.
hundreds of tiny breaks hid by glass skin

Wrists a scarred mess
carrying every
“I’m ok”
like a rock in her chest
a temple of happy lies
but when one brick falls,
the walls crack open

Dancing in the shards of glass and debris
sharp edges,
bleeding heels,
every cut,
a reminder she will never be herself again
each shard embedded,
an endless silent scream

but when she shatters,
it's not like the movies,
no slow-motion
or music
only the raw snap of a soul
pushed too far
bending
until it breaks,
shattered into a thousand pieces

glassgirl no more

i have to be smaller
i am too big
these people
their words keep repeating in my head
hahaha, she's so light!
ugh, why are you eating so much?
do you know how lucky you are to be light?
i
have
to
be
smaller