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Sticks and stones
May break my bones,
But words...
They really hurt me...
To feel this pain,
And show it hurts,
I'll take a blade and make a cut,
Once... Or Twice...
Or maybe more..
Just to feel alive...
But that's not what I want anymore,
To feel alive...
If words never hurt me...
Then I will...
I'll take that blade and make one last cut...
And maybe then... you might stop...

But sticks and stones are what break my bones,
And words aren't meant to hurt me...
The Butterfly Project is a project aimed to help people who self harm and the rules are as follows:
1) Every time you feel like self harming you draw a butterfly (or any design) where you would normally self harm.
2) Name the butterfly (or design) after someone who wants you to get better or cares about you.
3) YOU CANNOT WASH IT OFF IT MUST FADE NATURALLY
4) If you self harm while you can still see the butterflies or you have killed them.
If you do not self harm you can still do this to support people who do
Not quite sure yet
What I want to be
But so much pressure
Just to get my degree

I’m young and free
Even crazy and wild
Don’t you even dare
To treat me like a child

Though I can’t help but think
Where will I be in 10 years?
Will I finally have courage,
to face my worst fears?

Will I still have my boyfriend,
who I’ve been with?
Do high school sweethearts
exist, or is that just a myth?

Should I go get drunk,
this weekend with my friends?
I got invited to another party
The fun never ends

Wait I’m kind of insecure
About my body and weight
Why am I still awake?
It’s getting pretty late

Yet I still haven’t started
Any of my homework
Who cares anyway though
I mean my teacher’s a ****

I’m under so much pressure
Because I’ve got to graduate
But you try being a teenager
In a world filled with hate

Overthinking killed the teenager
And that teenager is I
Overthinking every thought
And I don’t know *why
"Teenagers"-People who are treated like children but expected to act like adults.
 Jun 2014 antxthesis
JR Potts
We joke sometimes
about falling in love,
we talk in deep detail
about our romance;
the kind of house we want,
the name of the family dog,
would we rather have boys or girls,
and we argue over who will stay home
to raise the kids, I always let you win.

We joke sometimes
about growing old together;
we talk about thinning hair,
wrinkling skin, tired eyes
and energized grand kids.
We promise to one another
that we will stay in love,
still hold hands, hug each other tightly
and kiss both daily and nightly

We joke sometimes
about a life we could be living
and I just want you to know
that I am not always kidding.
 Jun 2014 antxthesis
nivek
Caring
 Jun 2014 antxthesis
nivek
arms wrapped around the world
I saw you there
caring
Alcohol you little devil
My BFF
You did it again
Snook up on me from across the room and flirted,
Unrepentantly
Woooooo! I ****** love you!
Love your pints, your halves, your cocktails,
I crave your sweet wine breath on mine,
I love, love, love you!

My mind is hazy, crazy!
We dance
*** Karaoke!
The special kebab with chilli sauce.
Haha, stumbling, falling into the taxi
Then...

I wake and you are gone and your taste is all that remains,
oh and the stains
On my blouse
and I wake beside another all too familiar friend
“Hangover from hell”
He laughs at me
OH JESUS! PLEASE STOP!
My head bangs from his taunts
I need paracetamol,
Coffee, double espresso
Kickstart me , reanimate me!
I wind my way to work looking like a car wreck
Just want this day to end...

But you have me, Alcohol you devil
My BFF
Will I see you tonight?
Same time, same place?
I’ll be there
Yeay!
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