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I can’t see the things you say.
You say that you care and that you love me,
but when I’m around you I feel useless ... worthless.
I have few things in this world that make my life worth living
and those are the things that you threaten to take away
that you threaten to get rid of.
I have cuts on my hips that you have never seen.
That you have never known about.
And when i look at them I see your name.
Oh, but don’t worry I see my father’s name as well.
They appear because it’s the only way I can feel
something other than worthless after speaking with you.
You don’t understand that when you yell
when you tell me I’m not even trying
that you ‘ll take away the only things that keep me alive
I feel horrible.
I feel worthless.
I feel like I don’t matter and that I never have.
You want me to be my sister…
you want me to be you,
but I can’t change who I am.
I am my own person and I guess that isn’t a good thing
at least not in this family.
You carried me for nine months
you gave birth to me.
you raised me.
But you shove me down and take my life away
because it doesn’t suit the way you want things.
The way you want me to be.
I’m sorry I have an opinion that’s not yours
and that I fight for what I believe and think
rather than submitting to your will.
I’m sorry I’m not good enough for you.
I’m sorry that you ever had a second daughter.
I’m sorry I’m here.
I’m sorry...
I've been having a lot of issues with my family lately and it's just getting worse. My mother is kind of oblivious to the fact that she is a major reason I'm on Anti-depressants and is making my life worse. My family is the thing that makes me wonder why I'm still on this earthly plane and why I was brought into it in the first place when I'm obviously not wanted in the family.
 Oct 2015 Grace Harmon
Ray
Narcissist, narcissist,
you're a fiend for yourself.
Take another picture,
there's still room on the shelf.

Smile at the camera
while you scoff at the people,
you hedonistic *******,
you're a snake 'neath a steeple.

"Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
won't you lie to me again?
Tell me what I want to hear,
or I'll kick my own face in."

So, strut your stuff,
you golden turkey,
you untouched gem
with a soul so murky.
 Oct 2015 Grace Harmon
nivek
Do not wash my hair
dress me up
or close my eyes
I am what I am
a husk, a shell discarded
and turning up at my own funeral in a bow tie
all shampooed and combed hair
with my eyes shut as if napping through it all
would never be my idea of acceptable.
"I love you," I said.
I felt pain deep in my chest;
Pain I reveled in.

"I love you," I said.
Secure, sure as the sun sets;
Perfectly easy.

"I love you," I said.
It's too casual, too careless;
Like it means nothing.

"I love you," I say.
A heavy feeling descends;
I think I'm lying.
I'm really ******* sad.
In the dark night, before dawn,
A darker shadow drew near —
Death, a despicable guest,
Come to take what's dear.
Under the covers, deep in dreams,
I did not awake with fear.
...
Dauntingly, I was lost in oblivion
While Death drew breath right here.
Rest in peace, Bora. I really hope there's a doggy heaven for you.
 Oct 2015 Grace Harmon
Mike Essig
god made stars
for starving poets

when they look up
they forget
how hungry they are

    ~mce
If all wishes came true,
The world would be
Really   messy.
Just thought of this coz sometimes,our wishes are just so random and out of place,like when really upset or too excited
 Oct 2015 Grace Harmon
Carolina
La oscuridad de tu mente es un laberinto sin salida,
el más minimo rayo de luz se extingue. Enloqueces,
te deprimes
y las ganas de vivir
se anulan.
 Oct 2015 Grace Harmon
Carolina
Look at the depths of my soul through my eyes,
you'll find the most painful hell and there you'll die.

— The End —