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  Jun 2019 Zoe Grace
Eric Angels
Do not turn your face away from me
    Please,
Notice me.
Zoe Grace Jun 2019
Pillows muffle silent screams
Gone is the blood that fills my dreams
Im sick in the head, fevered whispers
A voice in my head i don't want to hear

Around me people laugh and smile
Ask me if i want to stay a while
I'm stuck so deep i'm barely moving
Once I was bubbly now i'm brooding

Biting lips and scratching arms
Nervous tick and lack of charm
I don't trust myself around a knife
I'm clinging to the side of life

Blasting music really loud
Blocking out all other sound
Panic attack in science class?
Thats easy! Drop and break the glass!

Press it deeper, deeper, on my skin
Its leaving marks, i'm sporting a grin
Whisper whisper, scream, shout!
Too much, too much, i need an out!
...
I guess i need help if this is how i feel, right?
Zoe Grace Jun 2019
You
You are what i have always wanted
You wear the face i wish to have
You live the life i work so hard for
You love someone who loves you

You are carefree and strong willed
You fit into clothes i'll never be able to
You make anything look achieveable
You laugh so easily

And

You dont even know it
So many people have it better than me. All i ask is for a few days when life is good? Please?
  Jun 2019 Zoe Grace
Bummer
One of the most unbearable pains is needing to cry but never being able to.
Zoe Grace Jun 2019
Idk
Darkness surrounds me
There isnt another way to describe it
I cannot hear anything
But does that mean i am alone?

A tail flicks past my eyes
Fur tickles my legs
Eyes burn red
Basked in shadow

Is that a man standing in the corner
Looking at me with his
Head tilted and smile wicked
Or is it my imagination?
Its late and im tired but i cant sleep so im hallucinating. Also i dont want to go to sleep because last night i experienced sleep paralysis and i dont wanna go through that **** again
Zoe Grace Jun 2019
My body is a canvas now
I need to express my feelings somehow
But where do i put
These little red lines tonight?

On my wrists?
On my thighs?
On my stomach?
Where?

Behind my knees?
Behind my arm?
Behind my back?
Where?

Where would bring me the most pain?
Where would be the easiest to conceal?
For not everyone understands my art.
And so i must keep it hidden.
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