Blood drips from the blade just as it does from the wrist.
Splatters as it hits the floor.
The tears stain the face.
The blade is the words hurting her heart.
The blood is the laughs that surround her at school.
The tears are the bruises from home.
Her wrist is her final goodbye.

Wrestling your thoughts
Danger is around the corner
Fire is in your eyes and hearts set in motion

Keep moving forward

Your veins are cold
Bleary eyed girl in the backseat
Heads foggy and sick

Anxiety is a trap
You imprison yourself in your own mind
The last bit of optimism is shut down and you cant flip the switch
You are out of control

silent screams
overthinking
*you did this to yourself

There used to be somewhere to go,
A rush of iced breathe, ponder
Why the air can’t satisfy your lungs.
And you scaled with such sympathy
For a mountain that will inevitably forget.  

May rather the thought of your home,
Settle cold toes near a vent, listen
To the empty rumble of the furnace.
And you stood there expressionless
In a cage made of your dreams.

❦

Look at the leaves,
How they grow
and they die.
You would never believe
How the sunset could rise.
The flame can grow cold and the water
can dry,
But the lesson I learned was to remember
those eyes.
Haunting and holding
the ghosts of my past,
I wanted so badly,
one love to last.

And just as the leaves grow,
So do I,
Watching the sun set a million times,
I wanted a difference,
to carve my own path.
So I'll keep half a glass full till my life has elapsed.
Never forgotten is your name
in my heart.
I'm sorry I had to, I'm sorry
it hurt,
But like a leaf I will grow,
and thus I will die.
And before that happens,
this life needs to be mine,
at least for a time.

❦

From the subtle strokes
of a solemn wrist.
I can see so much
of her on this page.

It could be sadness,
or laughter.
Love sonnets,
or groceries.

Like her eyes,
I get lost
in the flow
of her lines.

❦

why, what's wrong?*

sometimes everything, sometimes nothing, sometimes i don't even know.  

depression shows up uninvited and makes a home in my chest.