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Heidi Mason Feb 2015
dark clothing, nothing too bright
watery eyes, clenched fists
im trying to fight
the anxiety inside
silent rides
because no one has the right words
to say in such a awful moment
im going to my favorite aunts funeral
and I never did get to say goodbye
I was promised a movie/lunch date
now all im offered is the memories of your face
I don't normally beg for things
but I just want you to keep me
in your thoughs/prayers
because I can't get through this alone
  Feb 2015 Heidi Mason
Josh Allen
I'm always afraid everyone will start hating me, when everyone already hates me.
Heidi Mason Feb 2015
my self value
is nothing
my love for
myself
is still, nothing

noth-ing /pro: not anything; no single thing.

the dictionary finally
has a word that describes
the way I have been feeling
about the life inside me

I can't help
but to hate
the person
that I've
allowed myself
to become

im feeling nothing
and I am nothing
Heidi Mason Feb 2015
"Heidi why do you have those lines on your arm?"
it's because im a broken person
trying to heal from all the pain
And the way I say this
I am no where near close trying
to romanticize my self harm or self hate

"so you mean people made you have these cracks in your skin"
remember the phrase "words hurt"
well the horrible sickning words
that were addressed to me
were killing me  

"Heidi please don't ever say you hate yourself again because I love you."
oh darling
you're beautiful 7 year old mind
makes me feel like
I'd never have pain again
but what am I feeling
as im trying to explain
why I hated myself so much
to have "cracks" in my skin
-H.M.
Heidi Mason Feb 2015
with your big blue eyes
and that beautiful mind
I would like to call you mine

and baby
well this is crazy
but you aren't actually my baby
but I want you to be

do you see the way I look at you?
you're my grand prize
but I just can't claim you
  Feb 2015 Heidi Mason
Short
I like the way a cigarette hangs
Out his mouth
Crooked
Like his smile
I like the way
His shoulders hang
And also
I like his hands
That knows a woman’s body
But mostly I like
That his eyes
Likes me
Though not me
But my body
And though I don’t like
Being objectified
I like
That he likes me tonight
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