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Ashleigh Kelco Oct 2013
The school bus driver was mental,
the seats always cramped and crowded.
You sat by me hesitantly,
but soon it became daily.
We laughed about the crazy ride,
and joked about possibly dying.
You were so easy to talk to,
and it was like you were sent from heaven.

I don't know what made me
open my heart to you.
I spilled everything out,
trying to rid myself of the darkness.
But still I feared you would run.
Evil things are meant to stay hidden.
But through everything, you stayed.
You would sit and listen,
and I learned what it was like
to have someone to lean on.

Since that day,
I have never been so thankful.
You don't get angry,
no matter what sentences I speak.
You've been there through the tears,
and the agonizing flashbacks.
Who would have thought
that a bus could create best friends?
But you're more than that,
aren't you?
We're soul sisters,
and I can never thank you enough
for saving my life.
Anagha, you are one of the most beautiful people in this universe. I cannot thank you enough for everything you've done for me.
Ashleigh Kelco Oct 2013
Alone and lost
she sits on her bed
crumpled paper on the floor
a heavy ache in her chest.
No one said it would be easy;
remembering the good is simple,
but the bad doesn't want to surface.
Afraid to love,
she dates boys who want one thing,
refusing to let another one hurt her.
But she became vulnerable,
her heart reaching out to someone
3,000 miles away.
He's a boy with some issues
but together they fix each other.

She picks up the pen,
inspiration coming hard.
She faces skype,
smiling at the man
who glued her heart together again.
The words flow from her fingers;
he is her savior,
giving her the strength to move on.
Writing was her only light,
but now there's something else to focus on.
And she doesn't mind at all.
I love you, Thad. <3
Ashleigh Kelco Oct 2013
Some say that
"depression doesn't need a reason."
That sometimes your brain is
"a mess of mixed signals."
I don't want a broken brain,
or one destroyed by repressed memories.
Where one day I'll wake up,
happy and cheerful and my silly self.
And then it comes crashing down,
like a brick to my chest.

I'll have another panic attack,
tears forcing their way to my eyes.
I'll freak out and scream and rant and rave
until I no longer know who I am.
Not like I ******* know who I am anyway.

I feel like a monster;
a creature hiding inside the ugly flesh of a human.
I can't be alone for more than 20 minutes
without my thoughts running wild.
Who would miss me if I was gone?
What are the consequences?
But I'm happy, right?
I'm the happiest girl alive.

I made promises.
I promise to never cut again
I won't smoke ***
I'll quit the cigarettes.
But that slow inhale and exhale frees me.
I exhale the hatred for myself
for a father who won't love me
and for a man who took everything.
Who robbed me of a youth that was promising.
I was smart, I could do it.
But how can you study
when the needle calls your name?
Or when you're hooked up to IVs
pumping life into your veins?

I'm "weak" because I self-medicate,
and being depressed is "sickening".
I don't want this ******* brain anyway.
You can have my thoughts,
or the paralyzing flashbacks.
You can take the agonizing anxiety,
and the self-hatred.
I just want it to end
before I lose it completely.
please..
Ashleigh Kelco Oct 2013
I don't know where to turn,
what to do,
who to go to.
My brain is ****** up,
broken-
Thoughts misconstrued; misspoken.
I stumble over my words,
unable to put a clear sentence together.
I claw at the fog,
scream at the darkness
but there's no one there.
How do I fight back,
when I'm fighting myself?
I want to go back to
the things i used to do.
Rip at the flesh and bleed out the pain,
over and over again.
I want to drink myself to numbness,
smoke away the agony.
I want to slip into obscurity.
Please, please help me.
Ashleigh Kelco Sep 2013
I wish I could see myself through your eyes,
gaze upon my body and my life.
Learn why you think I'm beautiful,
and why you think I'm special.
I wish we could trade spaces,
because I hate the girl I see.
I don't see pretty, I don't see special.
I see broken and used;
scars on my arms and scars on my heart.
I see too overweight,
glasses clouding what could be a pretty face.
I see too fine hair, and non-perfect skin.
I always see what I was told to be;
worthless, pathetic and useless.
I wish we could trade places for a day,
so I could see what you see.
And maybe then I'll agree when you tell me
that I'm perfect in every way.
Ashleigh Kelco Sep 2013
Where did all these years go?
How did we drift apart?
I was once your little girl,
and you were once my hero.
When did I become
your emotional punching bag?
I can't pretend your words don't hurt,
when they used to be encouraging.
You were my mentor, my coach;
I thought that you knew everything.
But now it's clear that I'm just ****,
and you know absolutely nothing.
I'm older now, I see through your lies.
There's nothing but hatred behind your eyes.
I'm standing here bleeding, daddy.
Are you still proud of me?
Do you still love me?
Or am I imaginary?
I don't like the wars we fight,
my heart can't bear the pain.
When will this be over?
When will you care again?
Please don't hate me, daddy.
I'll always be your little girl.
Ashleigh Kelco Sep 2013
Darkness surrounds me with
voices emerging from the haze.
“Do you remember when we first did this?
She didn’t wake up for days."
There's laughter and the
clinking of glass on glass;
a sound that used to be melodic.
        A lighter flicks on;
Inhale. Exhale.
I struggle to wake up,
my limbs pushing through tar;
I could barely breathe.
“Yeah, I remember. She learned her place real good then.
She'll never talk back to us again.”
Their laughter is in the distance,
followed by zippers being fixed and footsteps.
I fight through the tar, my eyes glued shut.
I break the surface, and my eyes spring open.
The curtains are drawn, and the room is dark;
It's nighttime.
There are 10 of them sitting on the couches;
drinking, laughing, doing drugs.
My fingers begin to move and
I can feel the air moving in and out of my lungs.
But the relief is short-lived,
cut short by a sharp pain in my ribs.
I could feel them creaking, sickeningly bruised.

Just count to 3.
1.
2.
3.
My body is upright, but I'm freezing;
my clothes are strewn around the room:
shorts, shirt, bra and underwear.
I'm naked.
I try to crawl and collect my things:
Bra, shirt, underwear, shorts.
Be steady, keep it steady.
“Looks like the ***** has decided to rejoin us.
Why don’t you come sit with us, baby?”
I turn my head as my hands tremble.
They’re watching me like hungry dogs.
Focus, clear your head, don’t be angry.
“O-okay.”
Put one foot in front of the other and walk
Eyes on my back, eyes on my front;
they're scanning, waiting, drooling.
I'm surrounded by monsters.
Pigs that are grinning and laughing.
“You were out for a few hours there, had us a bit worried.”
Nod your head and stare straight ahead.
Do not make eye contact.

“When I speak to you, you ******* look at me.”
Again comes the instant pain.
My hair yanked back while my eyes water.
I turn my head and create the eye contact he desired.
“I’m sorry.”
Mumble, act sorry, do not get angry.
“What was that?”
There's sweetness laced with poison in those words.
Walk away quickly and play it off.
“I said ‘sorry.’ Are you deaf?”
It's silent again,
I can hear my heart racing in my chest.
The floorboards creak,
and his footsteps echo in my head.
He's there, his hand wrapping around my arm;
Squeezing harder and harder.
I turn around and make eye contact.
What have I done?
“Don’t you understand?
Do you ever ******* listen?
What will it take for you to learn?"
His fist hits before I'm ready:
stomach, arms, legs and chest.
Close your eyes, it’ll be okay.
Pretend like it isn’t happening.

“Answer me, you *****, answer me!”
Everyone is advancing.
Stay quiet, don’t even breathe.
The cracked tile is cool against my skin,
but there's feet, kicking and stomping,
steel-toed boots hitting with exquisite accuracy.
Open your eyes for one last glance
The edges are blurring.
Keep conscious Ash, you don’t want to lose it right now.
Just breathe and ignore the pain, it’ll be done soon.

And as I succumb to the darkness,
one voice rises above the rest:
“Do whatever you want to her, I don’t care.”
Zippers come undone and pants hit the floor.
Their laughter rattles in my chest.
Their hands are everywhere.
Struggle, fight back Ashleigh.
Do something.

They are everywhere,
touching, grabbing, biting;
****** me.
Just go to sleep now. It’s just a dream.
**It’ll all be over soon.
Fall to sleep at 10, wake up at midnight, a flashback still in your mind.

This is what i do every night. This is what I relive, every night. And most nights I can handle it, but tonight I couldn't.
Writing is my saving grace.
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