Could you spit in my face one more time or kick me in the gut so I can know I am still alive
I almost miss the dirt your shoes left on my face.
Lay your hand on my cheek then rip the flesh from my bones
Tie my arms behind my back and leave me to cry salty tears, just like you used to.

I loved the smell of salt as you poured it onto my open wounds and the feel of myself burning as you lit my heart on fire.

School for me is drawing nearer by the hour..
The ticks from the clock on my wall seem as
if they have been screaming at me with every
second that has passed. My anxiety has been
creeping back onto my body with thoughts
of tomorrow. I can't recall the last time a thought
wasn't filled with worries of possible things
that could happen, setting me up for a disastrous
year. I took this summer to make an attempt to
make myself mentally and emotionally healthier,
doing everything possible to make myself happy.
I needed to be happy with myself and my life.
School does nothing but provides stress,
damages my self esteem, and feeds my anxiety.
The only thing keeping
me going is the promise of graduating in three
short years.