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My stomach is a coffin,
Holding each meal.
Waiting to explode out of the casket,
Rejecting what my body needs the most.
My nausea is the funeral,
Coming like waves.
On a stormy day.
Locking me in for hours.
No escape.
My pain is the graveyard.
Bones and ghosts haunt my past
And hurt my future.
They yell and mock,
No matter what they talk.
My brain— the tears,
Running down my face like rain,
As my body feels like a knife plunging into me.
Late nights, and early mornings of shooting, stabbing pain
That won't give up for a second.
No avail.
I don't want to live with this pain,
This nausea,
The throwing up.
My demon mocks, “It got ya.”
The dizzy, and headaches,
The late nights, and early mornings,
The nightmares and flashbacks,
All the times I felt faint,
The time I fainted—
I don't want to live like this.
I need help to find a way.
Whether it's meds, appointments, or therapy,
As long as no one blames it all on something
Completely out of order.
I'm running into a border—
A wall,
A blockage.
I fall.
I trip.
I get shoved.
Will I fit in?
Into this place?
Will I make stupid mistakes?
Will I be betrayed?
Pain is something I don't take lightly.
I used to keep it hidden,
I used to use a mask.
But now that I'm open about it,
People think I'm attention-seeking
When I'm just trying to communicate,
When I don't know exactly how yet.
Sure—I've told lies,
I've made a disguise.
I'm trying to change.
I have made a mistake.
I'm human, I do that sometimes.
I'm willing to take responsibility for my actions.
I just need someone to listen.
Because I'm sick of living in a black hole,
Feeling like a knife is plunging into my stomach with each cramp,
Each sting.
The nausea is the other thing it brings.
I just need someone to listen.
And I need help with many things.
So many…
Like pain.
Another year goes by,
Another year awaits.
What will each year be?
Well..I can’t stop thinking—
About all my mistakes.
All the times I lied,
I didn’t eat.
All the times,
I said I did my homework,
But I just procrastinated-
Accepted I’d never be good enough,
Accepted defeat.
I tried to hide myself within a disguise,
But how long will this last?
I guess I’ll have to wait,
As I have no choice.
Year after year,
Will keep going by.
Clinking metal,
Cold against bruised skin.
Hope lost,
No where within.
Strength gone,
They stole from me.
I try to escape,
But my chains,
Forever hold me.
Inch thick,
Cement wall,
Chain attached,
Ive hope for escape,
But mental—
physical pain,
Seems to,
Forever last.
Chains are what’s holding me back.
Regret,
Pain,
Shame.
“Im not worthy”
“I’ll never be perfect”
“I’ll never be loved”
“I’ll never be safe”
“Im scared to grow up”
“I’ve already lost my faith”
And yet I'm here,
I’m alive,
But why do I feel so empty?
The answer is these chains,
That hold me tight.
Flower
-A short story-
Olivia williams

     A meadow with a girl surrounded by grass and flowers of all types, shapes, sizes, and colors. Out of all of them, there is a very unique and special yellow rose whose petals feel like fur and whose patterns are different and special.
    The patterns consist of many yellow and white polka dots and the special, strange rose is as big as the girl's hand. She picks the flower, curious, happy, and calm, admiring its beauty as her brown hair flows in the soft mild wind. Other kids are playing tag around her, but she feels different, as they are all surrounded by different flowers, and the yellow rose is alone. She takes it home, plants it in her garden, and cares for it. Soon, the flower grows like no other, but it's still alone.
       The girl picks a petal daily, and each petal gives her a new adventure, task, a new experience in her life. The new experience leads to things both good and bad. The flower becomes a guide for her, helping her navigate through everything. For every boulder she pushes, it still seems to bring her down, but with the help and pride of watching her flower grow, she gets through all the ups and downs of life. Soon, she becomes a teenager, but still, the flower is there, leading her through some of the toughest and most crucial points of life.
    One breezy fall evening, bundled in her fall coat, white hat, and white mittens, she ventures through her neighborhood and to school. Soon she realizes, as she grows closer, that even though it is a weekend, the gates are open. She steps from the pavement to the grass and she can almost feel the soft grass through her sneakers.
      After a walk, she notices that all the flowers are picked dry and soon learns that the flowers the other children had gave them irresistible options, and the flowers made them rich and cruel. As days go on, she gets bullied for not being like her other classmates. One foggy night, she returns from school and sits down on her bed, frustrated, upset, and angry with her so-called “friends”. They seem to make fun of her so much. After she eats supper, she goes to water her rose but as soon as she touches it, the petals and her hand glow.        
       The glowing spreads through her body and she feels different and strange. Soon she notices the new power that Rose has given her. It had given her the power of strength, the power to never give up, the power of hope. She no longer feels angry and comes to terms with her situation. She decides that she needs to learn to love herself for who she is and after a while becomes a unique and special flower, just like that unique, special yellow polka dot Rose.
I can’t seem to take a breath
Just can’t seem to breath
Just can’t seem to find a moment
Where I can think about..
Me
Can’t seem to find a path
That accepts me for me
I can’t seem to take a breath
And I can’t seem to find what I need
To live
To breath
To thrive
To achieve
To love
To laugh
To fight
This path
Those red eyes
That knife
That stabs me
In the back
Through my heart
Into my soul
Up my head
Down my throat
Pulling everything out
Breaking me down
Can’t seem to breath
At all right now
With everything that’s going on
I just keep trying to push strong

“But you can’t” he shames

“YEAH I CAN” i say

“You’ll just fail” he mocks

“NO I WON'T” I pray

“Your not worthy” he demands

“YOU KEEP HURTING ME EVERYDAY”  

you’ll never be enough” he mimics

“STOP“ i yell

“You never be great”

“PLEASE” i scream

“you’ll never be safe”

“HAVE MERCY ON ME”

“YOU DON'T DESERVE LOVE” he bellows

“STOPPPPPP” I whimper

“ILL CONTROL YOU FOREVER” He roars

“NOOOOOOOOOOO” i say

“YOUR MINE FOREVER, THERE'S NO ESCAPE, YOU'RE MY HOSTAGE, I'M THE ONE INCHARGE! IM THE ONE IN THIS CAPE!!!” He howls

I need to find my power
i need to escape this pain
I need mercy
On myself
I need someone else
To take away some of my pain
I feel like I’m not enough
Every single day
Someone please help me
I can’t seem to take a breath
I can’t seem to breath
Right now
Will you help me
….escape?
When I was young
I went to school
The library was like home
I’d sit in the chairs
Staring at them all
with curiosity in my eyes
“I would like to read this book!”
I’d call
She’d grab it for me
And check it out
The librarians
Already knew me by heart
She’d say
“Those books are very advanced!”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes I'm sure!” I’d reply
Going to sit down
I’d get very cosy
And start reading aloud
The librarian was surprised
By the level I could read
I wasn’t though
The books were very fascinating to me
In elementary school I read middle school books
I was always one grade ahead
No matter what the library’s been my happy place
Books to me
They come to life
They jump out the pages
And speak to me
This library was my first adventure
And always will be
Where my future was unlocked
I’m an author know
With many books and poems
All thanks to the library
Which I called home
“I need help”
I call
When I just keep seeming to fall
“I need strength”
I beg
To the world
When I’m sad
“I need a hug”
I beg
When I’m crying
Sometimes in shame
I need help
I need strength
I need love  
I need faith
I need hope
I need courage
I need help
Every day
To make it through the day
I need help with life
When it leads me
The wrong way
Into strife
I need help
When I take a wrong turn
I need help
This path I've been on
It’s been so
Wrong
It’s so long
It gets worse
When I fall
So I’m thankful
I can say
I need help
No matter where I am in life
No matter the path I take
I make mistakes
I fall
I cry
I take things for granted
But Im human
And every once in a while
I need help
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