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Pretty girl Jun 2017
My head brushed the bottoms of clouds blending my thoughts into dreams.
Nightmares were already reality so really there was nowhere to run. Not even slow...
I say "This side up. Fragile."
See i was a cardboard kid cut out of cereal boxes no longer able to sit up straight. Soggy from milk and everything else. My arrow is down like my eyes on the side walk as i try to find a balance between depressed and okayyyy....?
Every tiptoe on the curb... I kick at nothing and hold my breath at every crack hoping it won't swallow me whole but still hoping it will slow me down. Make me still like a stain. They never truly leave and so we are left with a memory.
I was never "decoration."
I was hot chocolate on white blouses and liquid lipstick on collars of shirts not my own. I'm leaving and im disastrous. But... I will not be forgotten.
Memory memories mark unforgettable remembered depressed sad suicide
Pretty girl May 2017
I knocked but nobody answered. I assumed you were all dead.
Pretty girl May 2017
Sadness is just a hole that you have to fill with distractions
If you don't it will get bigger. It will grow until you are just exactly what you tell yourself you are.
nothing

Not even a shell would remain
that would mean there is still a peice of you left inside pushed out

Sometimes I enjoy being sad though
I know that sounds insane but you see...

I'm not ever completely happy
But I can be completely sad and it feels good to be whole
I can dig myself a grave so deep when you look up you see a sky full of stars

I know that isn't right
I don't want to be right though
I want to eat everything and not at all in one moment

I stare at light bulbs and pretend that I am in the middle of my death
I try to play my life in my mind but when i press play it's like staring through glass

As clear as lipgloss smothered over lolipops and it makes as much sense as stripes paired with polka dots

I have always and will forever be the definition of oblivion

"the state of being forgotten, especially by the public."
Pretty girl May 2017
We
There is no we in giving up. There's only what could have been and that glass bottle that held my tears.
I never remember him drinking them. Just that i had cried so much they were gone.


I slid into my body trying to barricade myself behind scar tissue. I had to stop them from bombarding me with silly questions and lies. "Like ummm yeah I'm alright"


I twirl my hair and twist. I close my eyes real tight and shake away the memory of his grip. I cant ever really escape the things ive seen because like they say once its over we cant UNsee

I wish i were dead but i also wish that i didn't wish that i were dead. You dig?
So now that we have giving up my mouth is tasteless.

I think its been for a while and i was just so caught up in emotion i couldn't tell but we... I mean me. I don't have much time for feelin things anymore.

I like to think that we all die. You do it yourself ir life does it for you... But maybe life lays out your instruments and shows you clips on how to end your suffering because that's her way of saying goodbye.

She lets them know they're going because she's cruel. She only gives some a clean break... A sudden stopping of the heart. But I dont get that privilege i guess.
Pretty girl Apr 2017
She carried herself across the tops of houses riding on clouds and when we pretend to sleep we make no sounds.
We hold our breath and let our chests rise and fall to the click-snap of opening doors and whispered fights.
The night was thirsty and more than happy to swallow your secrets.
We bump pillows while our lids flutter. open and closed.
We cloaked our ears trying to unhear words shimmy and shake against eachother.
Brilliant shouts shake the house and Shhhhhh is unnecessary when you're not where you should be
no longer in dreamless sleep
Lips lock and bad memories we keep
Cause they're ******* talkin about me
My heart goes da da da dummmmp
Skip trip jump
Cler........
..
...
..Plump
Stop. Waaaaiiiit... Um.
Did they hear me? No.
Da dump daaaaaadummmmm da dump
Too young for chest pains and migranes
That **** is for listening to all your kids talk at once
But i plan to have none
The darkness wraps it's fingers around my already broken neck
It makes a noose out of shadows and hangs me up for all the dead to see
it puts on my eye patches
Envades my mind cause I had the shakes bad today
Another blackout takes me but im afraid im already in too deep
Pretty girl Apr 2017
We didn't break and we did not bend.
We swayed like toothpicks between teeth.
Sitting.
Silently smiling with cigarettes hanging from our bitter lips.
Smoking up the thing as if we were women who couldn't get enough lipstick.
But life bumped me and i smeared that ****.
See i wanted wintry hands and an almost nonexistent waist.
In order for that to happen my mind had to break.
I bent over backwards trying to get toa new body. I did cartwheels over calories and colored in a watery blue on all the pictures of food. I fade farther into myself the older i get and monsters ****** my imagination. There's a grave labeled "skeleton girl" that we're racing to. I Thought if skinny means dying then so be it. My mind already offed it's self when it analyzed my thoughts.
Pretty girl Feb 2017
there's this mask
Slap a smile on like it's lip stick
Say everything is grand
I like the way the waves meet the sand
Too quickly and then it pulls back
Like me in relationships
Like my mouth has a dance 
Says things in steps and likes holding hands 
My tongue misses beats and im back on the beach with my head in the **** of the sea
Smoke up bubbles and pretend im pretty 
Good thing ***** can't breathe 
They'd smell my ugly and abandon me
Shells i wear even in the heat
Goodnight moon
Forever asleep 
My secrets are padded which makes me comfy
Never have been
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