Her hands tremble
As the temptation conquers her mind
She grabbed anything sharp
That she could find

Go, do it.
Said the voices in her head
She listens and cuts
Wishing she was dead

Blood stained wrist
Blood stained sheets
Are all she sees
But now her mind is at ease

Nope

I say, flipping a table
**** this, *******
I scream. How
can no one hear this.

Hallowed grounds
****, hollow sounds

Fighting in my head
              biting till I'm dead

hah, its confusing.
No one tells you're off
until you're off, saying **** again

And then I know its bad.
I'm here again. Right here. URL

writing to convince myself that
yep, I deserve to love myself
         yep, that's a secret, secret goal.

I feel trapped
No, not even that
Just hollow
a brick wall, crumbling
inside

I'm not sure when the line
was drawn.
When I didn't get better anymore
truly. When did
it start *insert proper preposition: (over) (again)
When I seemed better
but everything
catches up
and I'm left ******* in air
rapidly. again.

Its not like I can forget
ironic, since I did. for months. the brain injury is tricky. it has a way of trailing along, and then you
forget. maybe

I can say I'm alone
but it doesn't matter
                                        [pretending, oh yes.]
that no one ever knows

Maybe its the ******* A's I get
and the **** compliments I receive.

but it is worthless

I'm so far
embedded
I just accept it
and forget it as easily
as, "hey, whats up"

I thought the teasing would be normal
I thought that I could get used to the threats of having a horrible future
I thought I could block the shouting
I thought I would be fine without support from the family

I guess I was wrong

they told me when you smile
it lights up the whole town
but i saw you as the sun
and the moon and all the stars
because you create the summer
and brighten up the night
You wouldnt need to smile,
because you already are the light