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Being suicidal doesn't mean i'm going to **** myself

Being suicidal is having this unexplicable ache while you're living

It's waiting for your life to end, and wishing you didn't have to carry on

Having this ache, an incapability to feel happy living, doesn't mean that I am going to **** myself -

It just means I wouldn't mind dying.
he wrote about
her and
made her
immortal.


-- Eleanor
 May 2017 Hailyn Suarez
skyler
spill
 May 2017 Hailyn Suarez
skyler
i am terrified
to spill my guts
because oceans will pour out
and i am afraid
you won't know what to do with the storm
and i will only drown you

s.s
 May 2017 Hailyn Suarez
honey
"I Love You"s melted

Under my tongue 'til you were

Yet bitter nostalgia,

Yet the feeling of emptiness

Yet the absence of memories

Yet the memories of absence.


Let the shadow of those two petals rest

And rim a mirage over my lips.

Let that serve as a reminder of the venom behind every kiss.

Let me accept the reality that you mean me no good.

That I should’ve stopped when I still could.


Take heed that I want more.

Take to heart I’m too vulnerable to make these kinds of decisions.

Take pity that I’m too submissive to threaten your position.

Take this kiss as a final blow.

As a signature of defeat.

This coup d’etat

The last draw in heat.
I live in a prison with no walls
Rattling the bars that aren't there
Ankles shackled with no bonds

Dare I escape into the world?
Failure prowls the streets
Rejection closely follows
A pack of ravenous wolves,
Mouths dripping saliva,
Seeking to devour their anemic prey

Success in distance stands
On the peak of dreams never reached
Beckoning me draw near

Still I Remain
Rotting in this ruinous refuge
The guard wears my face
The key he holds for me to take
Why on earth did you
Give the highest lockers to
Two of the short girls
This is me now
a candle in the wind that won't blow out.
This is me now
a glass window that won't shatter into pieces.
a friend to all
a demon slowly becoming mortal
This is me now a six year old girl
coming out of the dark.
You can't scare me anymore...
I'm alive...I am brave
I won't shatter under your control
I am strong I am brave.

— The End —