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 Oct 2013 Emily Mary
Lily Espy
Screams to be heard

No one to hear them

Blood caked on her wrists

No one to bandage them

Nightmares from her childhood

Coming alive

No one to save her

No one

*lily espy
 Oct 2013 Emily Mary
Deana Luna
quick to jump
quick to feel
it's all split-second
decisions on ****** positions
at 3 am.
practicing submission in the
mirror of an alleyway.
broken.
shattered premonitions.

c r a v e  m e

do you. do any of you.
feel me. in your bloodstreams.?
knocking the wind out of your precious and
dying lungs.
pumping your hearts.
crave me? do you?
deliciously uninterested.
shards in my throat.
interesting personality attraction.
follow me now.
to do lists. have done lists.
to get to when i'm sad and bored lists.
check check check
 Oct 2013 Emily Mary
Lame Poet
I want to be a substance abuser.

I want the vapidity
of my own words
to evaporate.
I want the void
to rev itself up,
and spin itself into
a voracious tornado.

I want to extinguish
the emptiness
with this epitaph.
I want language
to bend to my will,
leaning and looming
as an entity of entirety.

If I should be so lucky,
I hope to die
of an overdose.


-LP
 Sep 2013 Emily Mary
NitaAnn
Around, and around, and around, it goes...where it stops, nobody knows

Choose your destiny – spin the wheel!
Where will it land…
spinning spinning spinning
…and the choices are flashing before your eyes…
Moderate self-hatred
Complete self-loathing
Suicidal Thoughts
Self-Injury happens now
Needs work, but getting there
On a healing path
Give it up girl!
Just do it already


Spin the wheel –
around and around and around it goes
– where it will stop nobody knows…

I want to punish myself. I want to punish myself for not eating, punish myself for eating. I want to punish myself for vomiting, I want to punish myself when I don’t *****. I want to punish myself for cutting. I want to punish myself when I don’t cut. I want to punish myself when I drink. I want to punish myself when I don’t drink.  I want to punish myself for punishing myself. I am so tired of myself! Everything is the same – and I’m sorry to sound so cliché but everything hurts right now. So I sit here wanting to die and wanting to live. I sit here begging to not feel this aching pain anymore. I am tired of being such a needy person.

Sometimes I feel like there’s no place in this world for me. I feel useless – Like I’m just taking up space. What do you have at the end of the day when you feel so worn out and alone because you’ve blocked everyone out and all you have as fuel to go on is self-hate and a small spark of hope that gets smaller and grows fainter each day? So many days I cannot come up with a way to release the emotion that has built up inside of me.

If I could just quiet the voices in my head maybe I would be able to clearly hear the voice that is saying, “help me”. But I’m terrified of that voice – asking for help takes away control. My mind will take a memory and provide running commentary in my head that takes me back to a place where I don’t want to be. And the little movies that seem to appear at any time and send me back to a part of my past that I pray I can just forget. Most of them seem just as powerful, if not more powerful, today as they were when they happened and they send my mind into an emotional straight jacket that I don’t know if I can escape from.

**I am afraid all of the time.
I will not lose.
Not many women in my family have.
But you have always been there.
You almost took my grandmother's life.
Then, you tried to take my mother's.
You have touched every woman in my family.
I will not bow down to you.
I am a fighter.
You will not take my life.
I will come after you with a vengeance.
You
Will
Never
Win.
****
Me

OOPS!
I MEAN

Kiss me
----

Whatever

-------------

We

Abuse
Ourself so

So much

It is only insanity
Prevents us seeing our insane
Lives
And what we are doing
------

Doing to whom?

YES INDEED!
-------


**** or kiss

Bout the same these days

Only

We **** more tenderly

Than we love
Sippy cups to shot glasses
Skinned knees to broken hearts
Puppy love to marriage*

Why must the bliss be replaced with
Remorse and sorrow?
What ever happened to the time of cooties and boys being “icky”?

Soon baby dolls will be replaced with infants,
And sports cars will take the place of your hot wheels.

Sleepovers turn into obscene rumors.
Chubby cheeks turn into eating disorders.


I’m not ready to grow up yet.
I want to stay naive to reality,
Let me stay ignorant.

It’s inevitable that we have to grow up sooner or later
But why sooner than later?
 May 2013 Emily Mary
Nick Durbin
I am lost,
Only to be complete in my brokenness...
An imagination left to its fragments -
Almost methodically widdled down to dust,
My body left mindless,
My soul in shambles -
I am empty.

An uninhabited cup waiting to be filled,
A blank canvas needing paint -

Who am I to wander this world?
Who am I to love someone?
Who am I to exist?
Conformed from conversations, and endless thoughts during the morning hours.
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