I'm sorry,
Five.
I didn't mean to ask you of that...
But you're my new closest friend.

I know I’m there,
But I don’t feel there
I seldomly talk
I seldomly speak.
I ᴷⁱⁿᵈᵃ feel included,
But I’m not the same.
I feel lonely inside,
But I don’t let is show
My expression say “ok”
But inside says “no”
I show I’m ok
But it’s feel lonely inside

You can be happy.
You can be sad.
But otherwise,
I’ll be watching.



Look to your left.

A girl looks out her simple window
Of her small, simple house.
On a simple street.
Full of simple trees,
Simple buildings,
Simple roads,
And stocked with not-so simple people.

I want to see the world.
Not just be stuck in one place!
It might be nice here,
But it'd be a fun adventure, right?

Y'ain't my mum

I'm full of hate
I'm full of disgust
I'm full of tears
I'm full of fear
I'm full of sadness
I'm full of pain
But most of all,
I'm full of the depths of water

I don't have enough for a trashcan.
Or a chair.
My trashpile consists of five things:
Five pieces of paper
And me.

“i’ll think about it.”
which means i’ll think about it
and always decline.

You know it all,
But why?
What do you lose
Not knowing everything about me?

When you're ugly,
People tend to focus on that.
You are what you look like now.
Even if you're beautiful on the inside.

When you're beautiful,
People tend to focus on that.
You are what you look like now.
Even if you're ugly on the inside.

My skin is crying, it's so hot!
How do you live here?!
I just want to fall in some snow,
I just want snow to fall here.

fake girl,
fake face,
fake life,
fake place.

wish i was real.
wish i wasn’t fake.
wish i had a life.
wish i had a place in it.

childish to wish that way,
childish to show my face,
childish to live my life,
childish to find my place.

nevermind, the tales are sad.
nevermind, i don’t want a life.
nevermind, i think i’m fine.
nevermind- d o n ‘ t  p u l l  m e  i n.

I don't know what I'd do without you
My heart's already heavy
My body's losing motivation
Without you,
What would I do?

I love you
I'm sorry for whatever I've did
For what I've done to hurt you
Tell me what to do and I'll fix myself for you

If you want,
I can stop listening
If it'll get you to listen.
I can stop talking
If it'll get you to talk.

We can have an agreement:
You can stop talking about yourself
If you follow the rules.
Tell me if it gets too bad
Answer everything truthfully

You want me to follow your rules?
Okay.
If answering everything truthfully
Gets you to talk,
I'm all for it.

But please,
Don't stop telling someone.
You tell me all the time it's not okay
To bottle it up.
But here you are doing just that.

I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I'm sorry

What do a shoelace and a missile have in common?
They can both **** you, one just takes more time.
What do we have in common?
We both have skin (hopefully), and we’re both reading this poem.

Write something happy.
Write something sad.
Express your feelings.
If you don’t, I’ll be mad.

Tomorrow morning,
You get to leave isolation.
At least it wasn’t two weeks long again, eh?

How am I too young to be around you?
I mean, the radiation is worse on kids.
I should be home.

In the meantime, Father is visiting me in Russia.
I don’t want to see him.
I hope your scans come out okay tomorrow, Mother.

I keep my door closed
So I can sleep.
But tonight it's open.
And there's a strange red light down the hall.

They can hide so much.
They can hide my bruises.
They can hide my tears.
They can hide my loneliness.


They hide my lies.




But, they honestly just hide my eyes.

an empty page, lonely in a book

Ehhh, Ich liebe dich???

it seems the world may never know.
the boy who i was once talking to
all of a sudden,
disappears.
where did he go?
will he come back?
it seems the world may never know.

I can't breathe.
Why did I comment at all?
Why did I say anything in the chat?
They're all judging, oh god.

They don't seem like it but they are, aren't they?
"That's such a weird question, kick her."
"I'm terrified now because of you. Blocked."
That's what they'll do, right?

I can't stop twitching.
I need to cry.
Breathing is getting hard.
Maybe I should sleep.



Yeah, I'll do that.

My only purpose
is to listen.
An object for people to vent to.
A video ad talking about the joys of life.
An automated voice to provide a better outlook.
A wound up toy saying the same words over and over again, forever.
A vessel for a voice with no one to talk to.
A voice almost no one has heard.

But ****, if that's all I'm here for, I'm going to try my hardest and no one can stop me.

Bright little things
Tiny like fireflies
They make me feel…happy
Happy little things

Dear Elizabeth Matthias,

I know you’re not getting better, and acting like you are is probably just making it worse. Thinking about the good things make you nostalgic and thinking about the bad makes you feel worthless. You CAN just end it all, you really can but... you shouldn’t. I don’t know why, you just shouldn’t **** yourself. You always have someone to talk to, or maybe you don’t anymore... Open a social media account, don’t let anybody know. And just... vent. Let them know, maybe someone will come around looking to help you. Or gather up the last of your courage and ask Mom to get you a therapist. They might not be concerned but that’s not the point, the point is someone is there to help you that you didn’t have before and they can actually help you! They’re trained in dealing with people like you, stubborn and feeling awful all the time and

I should stop talking, right?

You don’t have to get better for others, but you should. But the only person you should get better for is yourself, the people you love and the people who love you.

I’m sorry, but hey, love yourself kid.

Sincerely,
Elizabeth Matthias

Waiting is a part of life
Sometimes we don't want to
But other times, we wish it would be longer

Okay.
I am okay.
Been through some stuff but...
Okay!
Everyone’s gone through things,
Some not-so...
Good things.
But one day,
Even just for one day,
Everything
Will be okay.

Can you smile for me?
Physically smile?
It’s fine if you can’t, but…
Then there’ll be two monsters in your closet.

What you don't know can't hurt you.
That's what I have to tell myself.
When my friend says she's been cutting.
When my friend says she's being abused.

Do they think I'm dumb?
Do they think I'm ******* dumb?
You go to one person with your problems, and that's me.
Why do you think I can't put two together?

I can't do this anymore.
You three hurt me too much.
My mom was right, you're using me.
Why am I still here?

I never say anything because I know you don't care.
I mean, you don't feel, right?

yes, i love you
ja, ich liebe dich
ja, jeg elsker dig

i'm sorry
es tut mir leid
...unskyld :/

I'm about as interesting as a fruit fly, 4, and no amount of arguing that fruit flies are cool will change my mind <3

honestly though, communism would work if everyone respected each other

what the **** is a moon