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 Feb 2016 cf
Jaxton Tyler Redmond
His eyes were not the reminder of a once well known friend they were the reminder that I only got three hours of sleep last night and there's a test on something I couldn't wrap my brain around because I was too busy searching how to tie a noose on a screen to bright for my tired eyes. I never knew he'd show up unexpectedly at dinner and I could almost see my mothers nose crinkle in disgust either from the stench of my lack of motivation or simply the smell of death. He had this way of holding himself. Hands shaking like a ticking time bomb or way to ready to jump to the next thing to ease the situation.
To ease the situation.
Ease the situation.
The smile carved as big as the jokers planted on a pale face and sunken eyes.
he had bags under his eyes.
bags under his eyes
Under his eyes.
Grimacing under growing bruises and bones that creaked with every movement because he is like an old house. Fun to look at and imagine what it was like in its glory days but spiderwebs and dust seem to be a better turn off than the word no.
No one told them that depression is a battle ground that theyd have to pick up their long lost child from.
 Feb 2016 cf
Jax levii
A puzzle
 Feb 2016 cf
Jax levii
depression is a puzzle
they give you an illustration
of what it's meant to resemble
but when you take the pieces
out of the box
they're all scrambled up
no where they're supposed to be
it takes time
to put the pieces back together
because sometimes the pieces
don't fit where you want them to
but you soon grasp that
that's not where they were meant to be
once your puzzle is complete
you admire it for a little bit
then you detach the pieces
then start a new one
that's what depression is
it's a puzzle
 Feb 2016 cf
mk
s.a.d.
 Feb 2016 cf
mk
there was nothing beautiful about it
her cheeks lost the gentle blush
her hair fell out in clumps
her teeth began to yellow
nails weak and broken
lips bruised and bleeding
there was nothing beautiful about
her scarred arms
or swollen eyes
she wasn't lovely
she wasn't kind
she'd just gone
and lost her mind
there was nothing beautiful about it*
losing all her friends
being reduced to numbers on a scale
gpa or kgs
having her best friend give up on her
having her boyfriend yell at her for not taking care of herself
having her mother cry out in sorrow
having her little sister lose a role model

there was nothing beautiful in the pain she felt
there was nothing beautiful in her sadness
there was nothing beautiful
about waking up
to a dying heart

-

the blood in my veins has dried
the spark in my eyes has died
my past self cries.
cliché 101 holla
 Feb 2016 cf
princessv
Untitled
 Feb 2016 cf
princessv
I often find myself wishing the best for everyone *except myself
I forget that the most important person in my life is me
 Feb 2016 cf
am i ee
you me the poet
 Feb 2016 cf
am i ee
you
me
  
the poet

we are

each other

your words
strike my heart

i never knew
the words
you share

i love you
in all your
imaginations
all your
manisfesations.

what a curious time
we spend on this plane

odd &&&&


well odd

we are one
THE ONE  

times lost
times forgoten

my family....
i love you so

i miss you so

hard words
my heart is soft

i love you SO

the little furry
beasts

they are me
they are you

please don't hide
away
  
please don't
be so scared

please don't
so boxed

open up
to the ALL

and you
who might be
the familiy

YOU ARE NOT

for we are ALL

WAKE UP

embrace ALL

for we are the ONE

blah  blah blah
will it ever end?
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