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Alexia Brianne Feb 2018
Incompetent, that's all I am
Irrelevant, that's what I've become
Pain, the feeling that consumes me
Depression, it drags me deeper
Suicide, what I long for
Death, it seems like bliss
Alexia Brianne Feb 2018
I am beautiful. I do not understand how you could say that I am not. Beauty is not only a look but a feeling. I find beauty in many things. Like the sunset and sunrise, the bud of a flower not yet in bloom, the way a girl's hair falls in the wrong place but she does not care. I am beautiful. My mismatched socks and my baggy sweatshirts make me beautiful. The way that i laugh aloud at things that aren't even funny, I am beautiful. So who are you to tell me that I am not? Who are you to tell me that I do not have the perfect body so I am ugly, or that I am not popular so I am incompetent or irrelevant? I am beautiful.
Alexia Brianne Feb 2018
I slowly feel his presence fade away, like the darkness when the sun begins to rise. Hope begins to fill my body, I no longer am overwhelmed by the thought of his laugh or the way his body fit mine perfectly. Our bodies like jigsaw puzzle pieces made for each other. I no longer dwell on the fact that he is gone now. My body ached for one little ounce of joy. I needed it. I was submerged in my sadness. If my tears could build up I would be drowning in oceans filled to the brim with tiny droplets of pain that has escaped from my eyed and rolled down my cheeks. I would lie in my bed, wondering what I ever did to make him decide that I was too much. The constant feeling of irrelevance choking me. I needed relief so I let go. I let go, and I moved on like he did. His touch was instantly erased from my body and memory. His entire existence is fading from my mind.
Alexia Brianne Feb 2018
You dye your hair, you change your style, you wear different clothes. You begin to speak differently, you don't like the way you were and everyone knows. You were too ordinary, you felt invisible. You were drowning in the silence. You didn't stick out and you hated it, it became unbearable so you changed. You dyed your hair, you changed your style, you wear different clothes. You aren't yourself...all this just to be noticed.
Alexia Brianne Feb 2018
Depression. The feeling of drowning while everyone around you can breathe. Struggling for air, knowing that you won't get it. Oceans of pain that you cant seem to escape. Depression is a war. You either win, or die trying. People tell you to just 'be happy' like that's even possible. They don't understand that you don't even know what happiness is anymore. You doubt that you'll ever feel it again.

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