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Oct 2020 · 282
Contradiction
Buried Words Oct 2020
My body floats
While my mind drowns
Oct 2020 · 205
Burnt Out
Buried Words Oct 2020
Maybe I should join him.
And take my own life.
Maybe I’d be content,
Knowing my heart no longer
Beats tirelessly,
To keep my worn out body alive.
Maybe then I’d be content and free.
From the thoughts of you
Racing through my mind.
Maybe,
Just maybe...
Sep 2020 · 186
Insomniac
Buried Words Sep 2020
My demons awake,
When I am at my weakest.
To bully, bruise and break
A heart.
That is already,
Bullied, bruised and broken.
Knowing I will never be strong enough,
To put the demons back to bed.
Sep 2020 · 153
Again
Buried Words Sep 2020
I just lay down.
And it happened again,
For the first time in months.

Attempting to release the pain
Drop by drop.
Blood, tears and screams.

Yet I still don’t feel alive.
Aug 2020 · 196
Wasting
Buried Words Aug 2020
I have spent my life,
Living in the past,
Avoiding the present
And absolutely petrified of the future.
Jul 2020 · 157
Her
Buried Words Jul 2020
Her
She leaves the house alone every night. To cry on her own in the dark. In peace. She has no friends to text because at the end of the day she can’t tell them everything. She’s out of the house getting exercise but she exercises until she can’t breath, until she can feel bone. She has bobbins all up her arms hiding cuts while she scratches her raw legs under the dinner table. The family see she is eating. Her friends at the cinema see it too. But what they don’t see, is the puke stained bathroom floor and the mouth ulcers from her own ***** forced up by only her. She starts cutting her tongue so it hurts even more too. She can’t focus on a movie because every **** second she’s wondering where she’ll cut next or how many pills she should take tonight. Or where she could find rope. The baby she lost last year holds memories. A time she could have been happy. The empty space where the baby should be Yet the void inside her is still so shallow. Her boundaries were broken growing up when her cousins fingers slipped inside. She was hurt again when she met the devil himself and fell in love only to find out he wanted her dead and once again bet her black and blue and left her open for the world to see. Only to find out he himself went to hell before she could.

And if only people knew this they might leave her alone.
Jun 2020 · 214
Medicine
Buried Words Jun 2020
It can come in bottles,
Plastic cases,
Prescriptions
And foil wrappers.

But it can also come as ***,
Blades,
Starvation,
Blood
And drug dealers.

Take your pick.
Jun 2020 · 143
Living
Buried Words Jun 2020
And I’m back to the bad place.
My hollow corpse,
Floating aimlessly.
Through what some people call,
Life.
May 2020 · 156
Warning
Buried Words May 2020
I am dangerously insecure...
May 2020 · 141
PTSD
Buried Words May 2020
The memories hurt a million times more,
Than the trauma itself.
May 2020 · 163
Mother
Buried Words May 2020
She makes me feel unwanted.
A burden,
Undeserving of love and life.
She calls me ‘fat’, ‘useless’, ‘worthless’.
And those words are engraved in my mind,
Forever on repeat.

My mother makes me want to die.
May 2020 · 131
Photographs
Buried Words May 2020
It’s funny really. All those pictures you show me, I’m smiling. Those were days when underneath my pants, I was covered in wounds. Laughing, happy and at peace, yet my body at war with my mind. A smile speaks a thousand words and can also hide the unspoken ones.
Apr 2020 · 136
8.30pm 19/04/2020
Buried Words Apr 2020
You stood on the track.
Consciously waiting,
For 8.30pm.
You knew exactly what was going to happen,
Yet you still stood.
Sweat dropped off your forehead,
Onto your tanned nose.
But you let go.
You had enough.
And 8.31pm came,
Now you are gone.
Apr 2020 · 150
Is it normal..
Buried Words Apr 2020
That I wish
I dug deeper.
To expose the veins and arteries,
That to this day keep me alive.

That I wish
My hands could hold more pills.

That I wish
I wasn’t born.

I don’t want to be here.
I hate it.

Why can’t i be normal
Mar 2020 · 131
Hostel
Buried Words Mar 2020
My legs,
Are my canvas.
My body,
An object.
Like a hotel.
People stay,
Then leave.
To return home.
I will never be home.
Mar 2020 · 122
Mental Illness
Buried Words Mar 2020
I want to run.
I need to get away.
It won’t leave me alone,
It’s always there.
Shouting at me,
Chasing me.

And when it catches me,
It tears away at the wall I built.
The wall that took so much courage,
Love,
Nurturing,
And positivity.

Gone in seconds.
Mar 2020 · 142
Art
Buried Words Mar 2020
Art
Her body a canvas,
Of her own artwork.
Scars and scribbles,
Cover every inch,
Of this masterpiece.

But he took the tools,
And ripped her in half.
And streaked her with thick,
Heavy, paint.

Leaving her ruined.
Mar 2020 · 126
Bed
Buried Words Mar 2020
Bed
How can you sleep in someone’s else’s bed?
Knowing there were endless nights of crying.
Days of sleep and loneliness,
Harming and hurt.

And nights of endless passion,
Loving and happiness.

The wine stains, the blood stains,
Sealed onto the mattress perfectly shaped,
To fit their body.

And there you are,
Abusing the safe haven they have created.
Mar 2020 · 109
Cut
Buried Words Mar 2020
Cut
I try to slice the skin,
To cut away my sins.
Praying that with my blood,
My memories would drip out too.
That I would be new, clean.
His touch no longer clinging to my body.
That day no longer a piece of me.
Mar 2020 · 99
Something about Me
Buried Words Mar 2020
I used to be alive.
But now I am nothing more than a ghost.
Mar 2020 · 80
PTSD
Buried Words Mar 2020
And today,
I broke.
My body shook,
My breath deepened.
I lost my voice,
My thoughts.
And I was back,
Back in my past.
Once again.
The hands,
The voice,
I can feel it.
I am there.
I am back,
Back to the beginning,
The beginning of my life long battle.
Mar 2020 · 85
You
Buried Words Mar 2020
You
I don’t know you anymore.
Your mind is gone,
Your body a hollow shell.
I dream about you,
But I’m reality,
Who are you?
Who are you now if not yourself.
I miss you.
Mar 2020 · 108
Confession
Buried Words Mar 2020
I confess.
I am in dyer need to hurt,
I miss the pain.

I admit,
i still cry every night.

I must say,
The dreams have never stopped.

But when, tell me when.
Will it stop?
When will these thought disappear,
Can I go too?
Mar 2020 · 87
Self Harm
Buried Words Mar 2020
It’s not just the blades.
Its hands,
It’s nails,
Binging,
Vomiting,
Starving,
Alcohol,
Fighting,
Punching,
­Biting,
Isolation,
Reliving,
Remembering.
Self harm is not just blades.
Feb 2020 · 140
Mother
Buried Words Feb 2020
My mother treats me as if I am 2 different people.
My mental health,
And the child.
I do not exist in her mind.
I am broken,
Useless.
I am not me.
I’m not allowed to be me.
“You will be the happy girl you used to be.”
This is me Mom. This is it. My mental health is part of me. There is no going back.
Feb 2020 · 144
2020
Buried Words Feb 2020
And it is today I realized,
I’m not going to recover.
Dec 2019 · 146
Shhh
Buried Words Dec 2019
Let me enjoy the silence.
The silence of screaming,
Hitting,
Crying,
Cutting,
The silence of starvation.
If I stay silent,
No one will come for me.
No one will know my secrets.
Dec 2019 · 105
Surgery
Buried Words Dec 2019
I feel like,
I am lying on a table.
Slit down my middle,
My family,
Friends,
Doctors,
And therapists.
Peering inside me.
Looking for the cause.
But the cause was me.
I am the problem.
They were looking right at it the whole time.
Dec 2019 · 138
Oblivion
Buried Words Dec 2019
I have cried for help silently.
Wishing I could speak.
But my mouth remained barren.
My eyes spoke the words my lips couldn’t form,
And the proof of this struggle is written in my body.
My disgusting,
Useless,
Body.
Still standing alone,
In a world full of oblivious people.
Dec 2019 · 125
Infinity
Buried Words Dec 2019
How many more nights,
Can I do without sleep.
How many more meals,
Do I have to skip.
How many more scars,
Do I have to create,
To fill the emptiness?
The answer is infinite.
Dec 2019 · 142
Bruise
Buried Words Dec 2019
The say ‘roll with the punches’.
But I am beaten black and blue.
Dec 2019 · 145
Glass
Buried Words Dec 2019
You made me feel needed,
When nothing else did.
I was simply falling through life,
But you gave me a reason to walk.
Even if I was walking on glass.
Nov 2019 · 197
Hands
Buried Words Nov 2019
They are our greatest weapons.
Our enemies.
They control the harm we do to ourselves.
They hold the nicotine,
They caress the blade.
They wipe our tears,
And they can cause our death.
Our hands are what destroy us.
Nov 2019 · 196
Air
Buried Words Nov 2019
Air
And in these moments,
I wish the air I breathe would suffocate me.
Nov 2019 · 134
Tuesday 5 November
Buried Words Nov 2019
I’m hurting.
I’m hurting so **** much.
I wake up and think, “why didn’t I die in my sleep”.
God, just let me die.
Please just let me die.

Everything I do,
Is harm,
***, Drugs,
Everything else,
Just to numb the pain.
That’s screaming instead.

I know this isint a poem but I have no one or no where to put my feelings.
Oct 2019 · 148
Shell
Buried Words Oct 2019
I leave the room,
Yet my body stays put.
My feet grounded,
While my mind flies away.

And it was then I realized.
That I’m not living.
I’m just walking around in a dead outer shell,
And a broken inner layer.
Oct 2019 · 149
Free
Buried Words Oct 2019
I can’t do this anymore.



Please just let me die.
Oct 2019 · 174
H2O
Buried Words Oct 2019
H2O
It was the moment the water surrounded me,
And the ceiling stared into my eyes.
While the water crept into my lungs,
And pulled me under,
That I felt my most alive.
Oct 2019 · 1.1k
Look
Buried Words Oct 2019
Why do they look at my demons,
Before they look at me.
Oct 2019 · 278
Crimson
Buried Words Oct 2019
And when the metal digs in,
I feel alive.
The the pain meets skin,
I fantasize about the oncoming pour.
The stream,
Drip... drip... drip.
If I had the courage,
The bath would be full of crimson.
But I am weak.
Oct 2019 · 171
Me
Buried Words Oct 2019
Me
I said it didn’t hurt,
But a part of me was ripped out.

And I was never
Me
Again
Sep 2019 · 166
Why
Buried Words Sep 2019
Why
Why do I exist
Sep 2019 · 138
Euphoria
Buried Words Sep 2019
This feeling
Is all I know.
It's almost
Euphoric.
Sep 2019 · 136
The End
Buried Words Sep 2019
I'm sick of feeling like this,
And I'm sick of not being able to do anything about it.

It will never end.
Until it ends me.
Sep 2019 · 137
For A Moment
Buried Words Sep 2019
I felt okay,
I felt.... happy...
I felt alive.

This Moment
I feel sick,
Depressed,
Dead.
I feel sad.

It's back again.
Sep 2019 · 141
Wish
Buried Words Sep 2019
Oh how I wish,
That the water
Was blood.
Sep 2019 · 439
My Reality
Buried Words Sep 2019
I am breathing,
Inhaling, Exhaling.
I can hear the sea,
Soft in the distance.
I can see the stars,
Looking down at me,
Keeping me company.
My hair damp,
From the moisture in the air.
I am Existing.

Yet I still bear the blade,
And the demons inside.
Sep 2019 · 358
My Love
Buried Words Sep 2019
You were my first love,
But also my first heartbreak.
You were my first kiss,
But also my last.
For you, I am willing to wait.
For your touch, your smell, your voice.

I am waiting for something that will never happen.

Since you are gone.
Forever.
Sep 2019 · 141
Wind
Buried Words Sep 2019
The slightest wind could blow all my petals away,
Leaving
Me
With

Nothing..
Sep 2019 · 213
Bare
Buried Words Sep 2019
You’ve seen me bare,
You’ve seen me scared,
And even cry.
You’ve seen the real me,
And you promised you would stick by my side.

But your gone.
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