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 Sep 2019 LS Martin
kell
Breathe
 Sep 2019 LS Martin
kell
He yells, all the spiteful words
to remind me that my life is his possession
giving my existence no value.
Emotions invade my head
A painful sensation sets through me
so painful to hold them back
these tears
I breathe in then out gradually
being sure he doesn't hear my attempt
to prevent these threatening tears from running effortlessly down my face
to avoid him knowing he effects me this way
yet he does, its agonizing
distasteful so simply to the sound of his voice
waves of painful threats. waves of sadness and hate
I have to breathe, dont you dare not for one second
let him see the misery youre in
smirk and smile youll be over it in awhile
3 seconds in
hold 3 seconds
breathe out
 Sep 2019 LS Martin
Nicole
Magic words
That set me in trance

"I believe in you."
 Aug 2019 LS Martin
julianna
Mixed with shame,
A tint of red that calls my name.
Tiptoe around the subject,
Or else you’ll see me burst.
Holding all these things inside
Makes me feel worse.
 Jun 2019 LS Martin
Raziel
Habits
 Jun 2019 LS Martin
Raziel
They’ll check your wrists,
But not your thighs,
They’ll check your smile,
But not your eyes
They’ll avoid the truth,
Believe the lies,
Nothing to sooth,
No reason to cry,
Our smiles are bright,
Eyes are a bit dull,
Wrists are clean despite,
The blade with an emotional pull,
And we’re emotionally unstable,
But they say that’s okay,
We are all a bit of a riddle,
But that’s the only thing we can convey,
And the world will open to swallow us up,
But that’s okay, at least our habits remain,
And when their arms finally open up,
We will show them the reflection they taught us to shame,
So we paint a smile with the color of red,
From the thighs they didn’t check,
And from our eyes we bled.
And they'll only understand,
When the noose hold us by our necks,
And if they had thought twice,

Maybe our eyes they would have checked.
 Jun 2019 LS Martin
Maddie
Writing wages war on the monsters inside me.
I pierce them with my pen and lay them down to die.
 Jun 2019 LS Martin
rebecca
do you have moments, where you can’t imagine a future?
you’re lying there, staring at the
same walls
same ceilings
same words
with nothing but the same feelings-
empty and pale,
like there’s no reason to go on,
when you can’t even do enough to fail.
the future is coming, but you don’t want to be in it,
can’t imagine yourself in it.
where you just want to stop.
everything.
and just sit there for a while.
maybe not death, as that’s too permanent,
but something close to it.
when you can feel the rope around your neck,
the razor on your wrist,
the way the pills taste.
you can imagine it, and you aren’t sure if it’s what you want,
or just the feelings you imagine it will give you
Is this depression?
 Jun 2019 LS Martin
zxndrew
I told her the moon was in her eyes
She said she hated the night light
I told her that her skin was made of sunlight
She told me the sun was blinding
I told her I knew that because all I could see was her
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