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 Mar 2018
pearl
“I think I love you.”
I took a chance and replaced the usual “bye, see you soon and be safe” with a risk.
“I think I love you too” he replied with the biggest grin I had ever seen, causing my stomach to tighten up with glee and butterflies. Little did I know, a year and two months later, he would break my heart- and my nose.

Abusive relationships never show themselves as abusive on day one, that realization lurks in the shadows, in the back of your mind being pushed back as far as it can go, until you can’t ignore it anymore. I never thought I would be one of those girls in one of those relationships, but then again, a lot of things had happened to me that I never thought would.

I had never been in love, my past relationships wore out their welcome and ended right when I was getting bored. I had cried over boys since the sixth grade, I had thought I had been broken, I had thought I had experienced heartbreak, but I was so wrong. Being physically and mentally broken could hurt in ways that I thought would never be able to heal.

I’d like to blame this boy for my alcoholism, my almost year long ******* addition, my constant mood swings and breakdowns. Now I’m just not sure who did this to me. Was it my brain from birth? Was it him? Was it my mom leaving me and dropping in just often enough to cause enough emotional abuse to make me think she cared? What the **** could it possibly be? This boy had become the entirety of my life and I wanted to blame him for everything. But the truth was, I had absolutely no idea why I was the way I was. Why I had ruined my life and sabotaged almost every good thing I had ever stumbled onto.
 Mar 2018
Britney Garcia
I took your pastel veins
and interlaced them with my cordial fingertips
I knew you were hurting
I could feel how fragile your life was in that moment
Like paper
-Creases for the martyr
Your bones have grown brittle and cold from the tainted oxygen hovering amidst our sorrow
And heartache is your closest friend
Like a pastel painting on a smoke stained canvas
Edges worn, color bleeding
Bleeding
-A work of art for the martyr
I feel your agony through your skin
Your eyes are tired and dwindling
Time, I know has not been on your side
I know
-No time for the martyr
 Mar 2018
Nazanin
Anytime im unexpectedly happy or depressed, i ask myself this
What am i missing here?
 Mar 2018
CA Guilfoyle
In the evening comes the dim light, the swooping away of day,
the blue, gray clouds, the turbulent air of wild birds
small specs, black and disappearing.
After awhile only quiet,
and then a certain silence settles in
it moves like fog, alongside the moon
it comes cold, blanketing the soul
a depth of space unknown
a well of darkness, undiscovered
the losing of this day, this light
and in the long, lingering hours
dwelling in the dark caved places
touching the soul and flooding the heart
the crashing waves will come
to break one wildly apart.
 Mar 2018
Edward Coles
There’s an offering of change
Vitamin pills and get rich schemes
Selling a better life
A shot of paradise

In a series of halogen bulbs
All the tunnels lead to Mexico
The hidden hand on demand
Working off in the shadows
Maybe they’re hiding in plain sight
Just a crazy thought that crossed my mind

Now I’m holding out for truth
Amongst the sedatives
Now everything I see
Is played out on a broken touch screen
And now the ship is sunk
Let’s get down to the bar
I need to see the sun come up
before I start to come down

Johnny was a head-case man
All the things they did to him
And when the rich men left
And when he finally slept

He’d sleep for an hour or two
In a punch-drunk afternoon
All of the chemicals
Working off in the shadows
It’s no wonder he took his life
Just a crazy thought that crossed my mind

Now I’m holding out for truth
Amongst the sedatives
Now everything I see
Is played out on a broken touch screen
And now the ship is sunk
Let’s get down to the bar
I need to see the sun
Come up before I start to come down
A new song of mine
C
 Mar 2018
Shannon
there was a week
where everything crumbled around me
and the deaths of two i loved
changed me

there was a week
where you could find me in only two places
wrapped up in my duvet
or in a white sterile room

there was a week
where i didn't think i could cope
tears multipled, as did cuts
but i'm still here.
 Mar 2018
pearl
dont you ******* dare slam my door
on the way out of my room
after i tell you im not hungry
and that im sick
dont you ******* dare yell at me
saying that im just being dramatic
when every night im crying
and i have no idea why
dont you ******* dare ask me
"why dont you talk to me
about your problems?"
dont you ******* dare

dont
you
*******
dare
 Mar 2018
pearl
I never know what to expect
the struggle day to day is torturing me
I never know what mood it'll be
or what side of me that you'll see

he said he gets manic in the spring
that it comes for months on end
I wish I was like him
because the day to day leaves me to fend

I hurt most days and I laugh most days
there is nothing in between
both of my demons constantly fight
which one will steal the scene?

theres nothing I can do
except try to warn everyone around me
they never understand
they always leave
they never try
I always grieve
 Mar 2018
pearl
theres nothing like the bitter sting
of things colliding between
the days get harder
and the breaths become shorter

the sadness fills voids I've had since I was born and I cannot fathom what happiness is. I don't know how to be okay and im questioning if I ever even knew how to function. as im sitting in my bed questioning the universe's sick joke called my life, I wonder if the little things in life will ever be enough. im crashing like a car without a driver, my body is void of direction and purpose. I don't know how to breathe somedays and somedays I breathe too much I get hiccups full of regret. I look at old pictures full of addiction and empty smiles and wonder if being eight months clean means being eight months void of happiness. I wonder how long it will take for me to be okay
 Mar 2018
Tsunami
the first time
i was 15
hands grabbed my budding *******
a warm breath on my neck

the second time
i was 18
he flipped me over
held me down
after he questioned why i bled

the third time
i was 21
he told me to be good
that he wanted me to make him proud
off came my shirt
forced my mouth to do things i didn't want

hands feel like boulders even now
/nothing ever changes/
tongues feel like battering rams
/i am estranged/
it's like i have a neon sign pointing at me
/i feel deranged/
saying "hurt me"
in flashing lights
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 Mar 2018
ryn
Tell me a story.
Tell me a story of victory
and triumph.

Remind me of possibilities.
Remind me of reasons
to make change.

Convince me again.
Convince me that for a time,
I believed in the stars
and the full blown moon.

Assure me...
Assure me that the universe
hasn’t left.

And that I’m still in it.
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