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Oct 2017 · 346
Mutation
Rj Oct 2017
I implanted into my body a parasite
scratch that
Parasites can be removed

I implanted into my body a virus
scratch that
Viruses can be treated

I developed my own mutation
A manipulation of my genetic code
A deformity that can be restrained
But not cured

I don't like food more than
I like the picture I still keep of myself
When my stomach was so wasted
It seems as if you could see my spine
From the front of me
But I'm eating. Eating quite normally. I have friends who are very wary of that. ***** them for being so **** vigilant.
How can they know me so well.
Sep 2017 · 163
The Fading City Lights
Rj Sep 2017
I like that when I'm up high I can see the city lights. The lights of downtown. They are symbolic lights, so distant. They remind me of my aspirations in life. They stand tall in the distance and beckon me to push forward.

Except recently the lights don't seem as strong. They flicker faintly and bleed into the blackness of night. So it's just me up here. Straining to see the skyline, but ultimately it just fades quicker.

It's nights like these when I worry if one day I'll be up here like this, staring desperately to the city, only to find the lights have faded completely. Leaving behind nothing but empty blackness.
Yeah yeah I know it's not a poem
Sep 2017 · 194
Stupid Little Metaphor
Rj Sep 2017
It's like when your shoe is wet on a basketball court
You place all this pressure on your shoe and it skids just a little
Sep 2017 · 283
Overcast
Rj Sep 2017
She wraps herself in overcast skies
And buries her head in the mist
All of the vapor can't see that she cries
And they drown her to sleep with a kiss

Lost in the blanket of cloud she grows cold
Her warmth washed away in the rain
No thunder, no lightening, no sun, and no sound
A body is all that remains
Sep 2017 · 673
Don't Swallow
Rj Sep 2017
I'm letting myself go
I eat like I am starving
I push the gym off to "study"
Hip bones being enveloped
By this self hatred
Spilling over my pants
I curse and scream
But the next minute I'm swallowing
I ******* hate myself
Sep 2017 · 403
You're the Melody
Rj Sep 2017
I may have taught you to dance
To put yourself in the headlights
How to laugh and be seen
But you reminded me how to dream
How to love myself, let alone
How to love someone else
You are my first text good morning
My last text goodnight
You clothe yourself in humility
And you stare through fogged lens
Perhaps that's why only you
Can make me so happy, yet so angry
That someone as fluorescent as you
Cannot see the bright colors they emit
You call yourself grey
But I call you a painters palet
The world is a muddy muddy place
And it'd be that much harder to live
Without seeing your tracks in the dirt
You've taught me that as hard,
And as challenging life can be,
It's all worth the low melodic vibrations
That create a beautiful unified hum
And without your hum, and without mine
*The world would be that much quieter
Happy birthday
May 2017 · 492
Tangible
Rj May 2017
My eyes sting as they sit glued to the screen of my phone and my thumbs robotically type out this poem

I need something real. Something tangible.
Apr 2017 · 386
All Grown Up
Rj Apr 2017
I squinch my nose up as the smell of **** plumes out of the truck my cousin hopped out of
Sitting in the back of her car, nauseous because of the smell and half car sick
We sit at a table half eating lunch, half staring at the walls,  only small talk
Once best friends able to spend weeks on end together, we've grown apart
Her interests in drugs and boys and things that trigger these rain clouds of thought push me away
I speed to Nana's, desperate for the familiar *****, warm feeling
My grown cousins greet me with empty hugs and greetings and the gap gets wider
I watch as their children run and scream and play and I am swept back to my own childhood
The old joy filled bike races and ***** games of hide and seek ripple faintly
I realize that I'm all grown up, that nothing I can do will transform me into the toddlers I watch playing in the yard
The feeling leaves me hollow inside, devoid of the wonder of childhood and struggling to fill the peculiarly shaped hole growing up has gouged into me
The further I go the wiser I get, and the more unhappy I become
I'm left confused as to how magical this place, these people were when I was so young
And how dull, and futile it's all now become with age.
Mar 2017 · 412
3/9/17
Rj Mar 2017
Hypocrites standing all around
The room is filled with pointless sound
Bodies minds emotions dead
Anything to stop my spinning head
Mar 2017 · 305
Choose
Rj Mar 2017
I keep ******* up
It's like I'm on the edge
Of losing it
And my mind won't
Make a choice
Here's a message from me:
Just choose okay
Let me be suicidal like I was
Or happy like I was
Not this rapidly switching
Mixed state of both
*Please, anything but this
Feb 2017 · 298
Future Blues
Rj Feb 2017
It's hard to be real cheerful with my future looking grim
And it's hard to smile brightly with a light that's going dim
Used to know what I was doing, it was everything I had
Now I can barely get excited, even as a senior grad
I just see another episode, but next time even worse
I don't know what is wrong with me, future looking cursed
Each day it's gotten harder to stay focused on my grades
With what seems a haunting ending that is already pre-made
I tend to be impulsive and aggressively react
There's no way I like my future, but there is no turning back
Feb 2017 · 278
Sick Mind
Rj Feb 2017
I just keep getting sicker
Congested with these thoughts
Wheezing, hacking away
But it's viral and it's spreading
Taking over cells one by one
They say it's only a cold
They say it's all in my head
*And they are right
Feb 2017 · 456
Advice:
Rj Feb 2017
Suicide jokes aren't funny anymore.
Please don't make them. ESP if it's around someone you know has or does feel that way. It trivializes a very serious matter that eats away at many people.
Feb 2017 · 335
This is What Happens
Rj Feb 2017
This* is what happens when you've been slightly abused since childhood. You go through every day slapping bandaids on cuts too deep to fix. You convince yourself that being depressed or being suicidal is your fault. You giggle away the larger pains you've repressed for years, and when it comes up you always seem to make light of the situation. You say that it actually "wasn't that bad" and call yourself a wimp for feeling that way. You always play it down. You always say less than you should've. You leave friends, parents, and doctors thinking you had a touch of "the blues", and you laugh it off with the doctor as they say "I had the blues once too, it's temporary". And you pray she's right but you can't help but feeling belittled. You can't help but feel like you should've said more. You should've been more graphic, more desperate. That's exactly what abuse teaches you. It teaches you to normalize every pain in your life. It teaches you to make light of some of the darkest places you've ever been in. It teaches you to go in your theatre teacher's room and laugh and giggle and smile and say "no but it's fine.". It teaches you to shut up and take it and force it into a regular thing. This is what happens when you don't feel justified. This is what happens when you don't feel anything and everything at the same time.
Jan 2017 · 524
Unable
Rj Jan 2017
Howling with sorrow,
I stood emotionless at the bedside
Unable to lend a comforting hand,
Unable to deny the accusations,
Unable to pretend it wasn't true.
Jan 2017 · 272
"Okay."
Rj Jan 2017
You answered with a dismissively cold "okay."
And I knew it wasn't going to happen
Jan 2017 · 240
10:23 PM
Rj Jan 2017
I look out at the dark black waves and I wish I was under them
I'm at the lake rn
Jan 2017 · 169
Untitled
Rj Jan 2017
I'm going to end up killing myself
One day probably
Jan 2017 · 420
Untitled
Rj Jan 2017
I want to fall in love, But that's too vague
I want to go to jazz clubs that are dark inside with neon lights and a tiny stage with swing music and cocktails and dancing
I want to dance but I want to dance with a man in a suit, and I in a dress that flows beautifully when I twirl
I want to walk the city at night and feel completely safe and hold hands without sweating too much
All of these things, but quite simply just **love
I'm sooooooo badly wrapped up in the whole romance thing rn
Jan 2017 · 191
Roller coaster
Rj Jan 2017
Get me off this roller coaster
They've always made me sick
*And I'll be dizzy for days
Jan 2017 · 632
On the Inside
Rj Jan 2017
On the outside I look sick
My lips are pale my eyes sunken in
My hair tangled, face grey
I stand frowning, still,
Breathing slowly, silently

On the inside I press against the walls
I beat the ground, and I sob
I shake with sobs,
And I fall on the floor
Crying help me  help me

*I just want to feel right again
Jan 2017 · 591
Feeling Like Myself
Rj Jan 2017
I don't know whether to say I don't feel like myself
Or if I should accept this is as my new self
I'm SO tired of this. Oh my geez.
Jan 2017 · 216
Sickening
Rj Jan 2017
Please forgive me if I pull away from you while you hold me
But your attempt at comfort may be something ******* me up more
The way you whisper in my ear sends jolts into my brain
And the way your hand traces circular motions on my back
Makes me feel sicker than I already am.
Jan 2017 · 311
Last Night
Rj Jan 2017
It's a new year but it feels like another trap. It feels hopeless it feels worthless. 2017, I graduate in three months but it feeling pointless it feels meaningless. Before I drift to sleep I lay staring at the ceiling and I think of nothing and tears well up and my mind goes numb enough for me to allow myself to sleep instead of staying up because staying up could only mean one thing and sleeping is like death but only temporary. I pop five of my moms anti anxiety pills and even though the mg I took is a safe and normal dose and some people regularly take more than one pill and I'm just trying to make myself sleep before I get worse and it works. It works. But I can't help thinking about what I felt when I swallowed five big white pills. I felt rebellious I felt numb at the same time. I felt final. Something felt final. I felt peace as I closed my eyes and quickly prayed to God that He'd forgive me tonight because I took the pills for the wrong reason. Or did I? Wasn't I just staying alive? Or was I testing dying? Was I doing it to sleep? Or could I have slept on my own? Probably not. It was probably best I took them. They help with anxiety and help with sleep and it was a perfectly fine dose, although a little high for a first time use and I felt dizzy but good as my body relaxed and I sunk into a slumber. I made sure I told my best friend I loved her in case but I knew I'd wake up. It wasn't a suicide attempt. Twice that amount probably wouldn't have killed me. It wasn't the intent. I promise it wasn't the intent. I really just wanted to sleep. Okay? No I didn't want to just sleep. But I certainly didn't want to stay awake and allow myself to truly get what I thought I wanted. Do I want it? Well do I? Yes. Wait no. No. Yes. No. I don't want it (but I did)
Don't go freaking out on me. On the conscious level I just wanted to really get to sleep quickly. I won't do it again (I have no more of those pills). I was just exploring the possible subconscious level.
Jan 2017 · 216
Taken
Rj Jan 2017
There are a hundred reasons telling me not to
But the one telling me I should is so *manipulative
I'm not gonna chill
Jan 2017 · 293
Surgery
Rj Jan 2017
Operate on me
Cut me open
Find what's wrong
Cut it out of me
And if I die on the table

*Well that's okay too
Jan 2017 · 349
Limbo
Rj Jan 2017
I'm in limbo
Push me one way or another
Jan 2017 · 185
Tug
Rj Jan 2017
Tug
A small familiar tug at the mind
And I busy myself quickly
I pretend it's not there.
Jan 2017 · 445
Louisiana Winters
Rj Jan 2017
The sun hasn't shown in weeks
Warm, golden rays a distant memory
The sky, a thick soup of grey
A stale breeze stirs the empty earth
Eyes searching for a hint of color
Twisted, barren branches reaching up,
Begging for something a grey sky could never give
I stand with them yearning, grasping
But in the end, I too stand lifeless.
Louisiana winters
Jan 2017 · 261
...
Rj Jan 2017
...
Now the holidays are over...
Jan 2017 · 192
Thin Ice
Rj Jan 2017
Don't let me slip now
Please let the ground
Stay firm against my feet
I can already hear the cracking
And I can see the deathly cold
Water still below
My feet keep shuffling on
Eyes glued to the ice
Please don't fall through
Jan 2017 · 227
Lucid
Rj Jan 2017
Oh what I'd give to feel lucid for another day
Annnnnnd it's gone
Jan 2017 · 293
My Mother's Blood
Rj Jan 2017
I've always been okay with blood
But something about seeing it run down my mothers face
Something about the way it dried it splotches on the kitchen floor
Something about the way it crusted into her hair and my fingers
Tried desperately to get the blood out
Something about the way it splattered the sink and mirror as I washed
Something about the way it has stained my hands and under my finger nails
Something about the stench of blood drifting around me
Makes me uneasy
And something about the blood I've seen makes me wonder how easy it is
*to lose a life
She had a head injury but she is stable and okay now
Jan 2017 · 756
I Can't
Rj Jan 2017
I can't sleep
I can't hold my own eyelids up
I can't smile
I can't laugh
I can't pretend today
It's very obvious today
*I can't
I can't
I can't
Jan 2017 · 258
"Yeah, I'm Good"
Rj Jan 2017
It shouldn't have to be your problem worrying about my life when yours is already troubled enough
It shouldn't have to be your problem
It won't be your problem
In reference to telling my teacher about my thoughts recently
Jan 2017 · 429
Resolution
Rj Jan 2017
My New Years resolution is to stay alive
But we all know how those go
Geeeeeez why am I like this. Just move on
Jan 2017 · 272
New Years
Rj Jan 2017
What's new about it?
Relapsing doesn't count
As anything new
I used relapsing to represent depression and suicidal thoughts getting bad again
Dec 2016 · 307
12-31-16
Rj Dec 2016
I'm not any better
But I'm a lot better at hiding it
I don't want to scare you all
Dec 2016 · 732
Kangaroo
Rj Dec 2016
You used to call me you're little kangaroo
Because I was always kicking
Through the womb, in the bed, at dance class
Always kicking
And even though you don't call me
You're little kangaroo anymore,
Mom, I'm still kicking
Don't let me stop kicking
Dec 2016 · 481
Popping Pills
Rj Dec 2016
Popping pills is not my thing
Let me rephrase that
Popping pills can't be my thing
I really don't want to go down this path
Pray for me, I'm trying my best
Dec 2016 · 653
Unmentioned
Rj Dec 2016
I cannot tell you what I do or how I feel anymore
I won't let myself be the root for pain or stress

I refuse to be the antagonist in your story
Better me to be an unmentioned character
I can't tell people things anymore because I've gotten too dark and scary
Dec 2016 · 234
"Sleep"
Rj Dec 2016
This feels funny
But it's better
Than feeling depressed
Well
Dec 2016 · 601
Suicide
Rj Dec 2016
I don't want people to think I'm being selfish
I feel like I don't have much left
Almost all of my willpower is gone
I just want to be free I just want to be happy
I just want to stop feeling like I'm dragging a huge thousand pound weight behind me
Even breathing feels weighted
Everything feels heavy and I feel sick
I'm scared I'll always be like this
How could I live if I was?
And do I want to find out?
What is the point?
My hope, my drive, my passion has fizzled out
And all that's left is me
What if it never works out?
What if I'm never free in this world?
The only holding me back for now
Is the thought that people will call me selfish
For taking my own life
And the last thing is want to be remembered by is that word.
This is truly awful
Rj Dec 2016
When a world that once had color
Fades to white and grey and black...
When tomorrow terrifies you
But you'll die if you look back.
Dec 2016 · 198
Untitled
Rj Dec 2016
I'll find a way out of it
Dec 2016 · 532
Loss of Hope
Rj Dec 2016
What will I even do in the future
What is the point of anything
If I feel like this?
Pray for me
Dec 2016 · 466
Jump
Rj Dec 2016
Jump
Don't jump
Jump
Don't jump
Jump
Don't jump

Don't jump
Dec 2016 · 204
Dreams
Rj Dec 2016
Falling backwards
Into the red forest below
Just a weird symbolic dream I had
Dec 2016 · 198
Untitled
Rj Dec 2016
I can never let myself think that way again

*But it's not like I could control it before
Dec 2016 · 290
Ruining the Image
Rj Dec 2016
I can't tell either one of you what I've done to myself
I couldn't ruin the image of that strong beautiful girl you both see me as
A note to Arod and McCoy
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