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holls Sep 2017
It's on nights like these that I cuddle up with Crown
and hope the warmth in my stomach masks the cold inside.
However, it's on nights like these that it's proven to be too Royal,
(or that we're fresh out. Whichever comes first.)
And it's on nights like these that I stare at these blank pages,
wishing something other than my guts would come out.
And yet, I still feel transparent.
One glance and you'd see me falling apart;
The bags under my eyes are not a fashion trend.
My incessant need to sleep 23 out of the 24 hours in a day is not boredom.
In all forms of the word I am depressed.
My depression is a fresh coat of paint on the walls of my mind.
So when you ask me how I'm doing, I'll always say I'm just fine.
But the paint still drips.

Waiting for paint to dry is a painfully long process, I've come to find.
Waiting for paint to dry is like standing on the edge of a pool.
When you think the water is just right, that surely you've waited long enough, you dip a timid toe in...
And return with hypothermia.
It's unfinished but let me know what you think so far...
holls May 2018
Every time things start to get good,
She searches for the inevitable catch.
The Prince isn’t as charming as he seems,
There has to be a serpent beneath the surface;

Slithering into her brain, she deflects.
Every fight another cinder block,
Pulling her beneath the tide.
How can she dignify a healthy relationship
When she’s only known dysfunction?

How does she adjust?

Understand?

Love?

She falls for the wrong ones,
Gives them her all
And when the good one comes along,
She will, of course, sabotage.

He does not understand-
Every day is not a fresh start.
She lives in last night.
And she cannot escape.
He cannot kiss away the pain.
The damage.
But god ****** he tries.
((Work in progress))
holls Oct 2016
"You should smile more!"
"Don't be sad, just be happy!"*
As if it's that easy,
To simply flip a switch,
And propel myself out of bed the next morning.
What they don't understand is,
To leave my bed is to leave my depression,
To break these chain-linked sheets.
But I find comfort in the discomfort,
Because at least I can say I felt something.

When she smiles, her heart is blooming
With love and pure ecstasy;
The crinkle of her eyes whispering
Memories of a blue sky childhood.
So tell me why, when I smile
Into this cracked mirror,
I picture myself with a dandelion tongue-
As if I could choke on the roots, instead of
The image of tha little girl
They said had potential .
As if I could pretend the seeds were clouds
In a make-believe childhood.

They say it's easier to pretend than it is to be,
But how am I supposed to plaster a smile
When the walls are falling all around me?
How can I look you in the eye,
And tell you I'm happy,
When I don't even know what happy is?
holls Jul 2015
People are considered blank canvases from the moment they are born. I guess that's why self harm has become so romanticized. Truth be told, there's nothing more intimate than the relationship between a girl and her blade. The way it whispers sweet melodies as it glides across her milky skin like a sled on snow. The way blood drips as if seeing the Crimson could do more healing than any apology would. I guess that's why she does the things she does. Maybe that's why she can't be saved. Soon enough she will be scarred in ways beyond the eye's view; her sleeves hiding ***** secrets she dare not tell.

She says it makes her feel alive, but I wish she realized only the dead go six feet under.
Cut
holls Nov 2013
Cut
Burning me up inside;

Feels like I'm being eaten alive

The razor crying out for me

"I'll make you feel happy"

My blood would drain

As I slowly go insane

Oh how I crave;

That soon-to-come day

When I finally give in

To the razor so sharp , yet so paper thin

Being happy? It's easy to pretend

when you're so close to the end

One cut, two cuts, three

Just one more please?
An example of the stuff I used to write.
There's some cheesy stuff in there that makes me cringe though.
holls Feb 2022
Reduced to ruins,
I yearned for a reason to rebuild.
But the paste always turned putty
until I saw you projected on the plasma.

Heartbreak to heartbeats,
bruises to bellybuttons,
Malevolence turned maternal.

Every time I see your indigo islands,
I am reminded of the path taken to you-
And how I'd choose you again and again.

As I lie awake at night,
tending to aching hips and tender *******,
I feel whole.
You are my purpose baby girl.
holls Feb 2018
He tells me he's moved on, that she's in the past,
But still flinches when a gentle hand moves too fast.
Seeing the anxiety create tidal waves in his ocean eyes,
Causes a seething anger so deep that I can't even describe.

"1001 Ways I'd **** That *****" becomes our bedtime story,
and "Baby we can't be together if you're in jail" the sequel.
((That's what they have conjugal visits for, right?))
I can see he's used to having crazy in his life, just not this kind.

I see him, and I envision the things I never could before;
I see that white picket fence within reach for the first time.
I see kids, a combination of his goofiness and my stubbornness.
I see happiness, and for the first time the future doesn't terrify me.

I used to tell him I was afraid to go to sleep,
In fear that he'd be gone when I wake.
And each night I'd tell him of my deepest scars,
As a way to make the hurt come sooner rather than later
When he did eventually leave.

But he never did.
He continued to wake me up with that groggy smile of his,
Each and every morning.
He made me see the value in the warmth of the sun;
The importance of staying alive.

He put value in me, without even knowing he did it.
He gave me a reason to smile everyday,
And frankly, he's the reason I still breathe.

((No pressure, love.))

He could tell I was used to crazy, just not this kind.
Attempting a kind of happy poem for once, I told him I don't write anymore and I only write when it's bad.... but my fingers have been begging for the keys lately.
holls Nov 2014
I strayed away from razors,
threw away my blade,
In the hopes of seeing better days.
However once I met him,
I couldn't help but grin,
As it was like all my problems drifted away.

It was then I felt the love;
the butterflies lifting me to the clouds above,
And in those moments I knew he felt it too.
As our kind of love was a flame,
spreading everywhere, to everything-it couldn't be tamed.
And the heat began with 'I love you'

But our fire lost its spark,
our light went out and I was left in the dark,
and now it's like we never did begin.
Though he is now my mystery
to solve, sometimes I wish
he'd never told me he loved me
Cause I don't know if I can handle the
**Heat.
May edit some things out of this.. Trying to get back into writing again, it's been too long.
holls Dec 2013
Take me away
Far away so I can
Scream
Away the pain
The hatred
This feeling I can't seem to shake

Take me away
Far away so I can be
Happy
Just for a day

Take me to our special place
Where you will always find me
Take me to the lake

The lake
My escape
From these
Problems
tearing me down

Take me away
So far away
Take me to our lake
So I can
**Scream.
Having a rough time lately...
holls Sep 2017
I called the Hotline last night.
Searching for a release, a way to forget.
And as much as I try to drown myself in others,
Making their problems my own so I won't have to face what's inside,
The nightmare of you still haunts me.
I thought I was over it, that I could move past what you did.
Yet all I could muster to tell the stranger on the phone,
was that you stole from me. You stole my innocence.
You took what was supposed to be an awkward, funny story of my first time, and used my body for your gain.
You held me down until my arms gave and my fight was gone.
I told you to stop, and you heard "keep going".
And you did exactly that.

I don't know why I give you so much power over me.
It's because of you that I don't allow anyone to get close,
that I tense up whenever someone does something as simple as putting a hand on my shoulder.
You are the reason that something that is supposed to be valued, and special, has no meaning whatsoever.
You ruined so many things for me in the course of an hour.
You are the reason that I'm scared to get close to anybody new.
Every time I have to explain to someone what you did, I break.
I relive.
The ghosts of your hands linger, the familiarity of breath on my neck stings.
A simple kiss reminds me of the way you couldn't.
Believe me, I've tried to find someone that could break this curse.
Someone that could fix me.
But it's because of you that I feel nothing and everything all at once.
I've earned the title of empathetic sociopath.
And I fear that I'll never outlive the reputation.

And what astounds me the most is that you still had the audacity to ask about me.
You had the audacity to come to my home, the one place I thought was safe.
You contorted the situation, made me a puppet on strings.
You somehow made me believe it was my fault.
And in little ways I still believe it is.
Every time someone asks me why I didn't fight harder, I believe.
Every time I see the pity in their eyes, I believe.
And most of all, every night this hits me, I believe.

And even though I was tempting fate with a foot in the grave before you came into the picture,
You'll be the reason I'm six feet deep, headstone and all.
You are that final mound of dirt, the reason I no longer breathe.
I hope it was worth it.
holls Apr 2015
The thought of your lips
Makes mine tremble in their absence
And although you have me
I cannot have you
I dream of sweet melodies
That sing your name
holls Apr 2016
You are my light in this wilted garden;
You are the force that pushes me to bloom,
Your petals shine where others have darkened,
Your roots have saved me from this lonely tomb.


*And, together, the two of us will bloom.
holls Jan 2017
Regurgitated promises of change
and the foolish girl who believes them;
A constant battle
Leaving many in its wake.
Her tears fall like cigarette ashes,
Their words slice like razor blades.
She's used to the pain.

Anger spews from his mouth
like the shards of ceramic bowls kissing walls.
She does not flinch anymore,
and for that she is proud.
She simply sweeps away the aftermath,
as if hiding the evidence will hide the pain.
And for that, she is ashamed.

She is ashamed with the way she crawls back,
with skinned knees, she is battered and broken.
She is ashamed for being stuck, stuck with the burden of hope that when he says never again,
He means it.
*Just once. He'll mean it.
holls Jan 2015
the clock struck twelve
and i dreamt of your lips
as i downed another lonely shot
aftertaste of last year's memories
filled with our future adventures
but it was then i opened my eyes
and realized it was just the alcohol and i
holls Jan 2015
i gave you all i ever was,
but it was i who couldn't see
relationships are meant for those
who bloom petals of love.
how could i be so foolish
to mistake these lacerations
on my feeble fingers;
a constant reminder of the fights
that saw both the moon and sun-
as dazzling leaves bleeding visions
of euphoria?

it was i who mistook his grin
for the sunshine my soul lacked.
where my ignorance sang of love
his serrated tongue whispered of clouds
and rainy days;
my garden of thoughts
wilting with every word
that took my spirit away.

*How could I be so foolish?
holls Feb 2014
Surrounded by smiles
She couldn't return

She painted until
The crimson streaks burned.

Staring at the canvas
Buried deep within her skin,

She wondered
Where her "friends" had been.

They don't see
The pain

That's coursing
Through her veins.

Drowning in
A sea full of people

How come
She still feels

Alone?
Will most likely edit this a little bit.

Needed to vent somewhere.
holls Mar 2014
You think I don't notice
every little thing you say or do.
Like the way you move away
everytime I go near you.

You think I don't notice
The way you look at me.
Like I'm a piece of trash.
Disgusting

You think I don't notice
When you're with your friends.
The way you all seem to giggle
When I walk 'round the bend.

After all this time
I didn't think
You still wouldn't notice
The scars you buried in my skin.
holls Nov 2013
I wonder what would happen to the world

If this stupid girl

Didn't live anymore.

Would there be peace or war ?

What if she died young-

And never spoke the words caught on her tongue

What if this girl couldn't bear it?

Would people think it was just a girl throwing a dumb fit?

Would they care that she was gone?

Or would it just be a quick "So long"

Only to be forgotten - "Holly who?"

Or would they think she was just a fool

But what if she couldn't take it anymore?

What if she thought there was nothing left to live for?

Who would save me?
Another old one but oh well.
holls Apr 2015
I didn't realize the ghosts of where
your lips once hugged my neck,
would leave me cold and breathless.

I didn't realize I'd find my brain
cluttered with memories of you;
daydreams turned into nightmares.

I never considered the butterflies;
the ones I once found exhilarating
until I met you.

And it's in these lonely nights,
that my tears replace
where your head used to rest.
(Would love advice for improving this, it's a work in progress)
holls Sep 2018
It’s only been a week since I stopped taking the little white pill.
And yet I still find myself daydreaming,
Mouth agape, waiting for the release of serotonin
You see, I am simply a brain searching for a chemical balance
A tongue begging for some company
A heart, beating.
And only that.

I am not me.
I am not smiles, and jokes,
I am not asking you how your day is going and caring about the answer
I am simply a vessel waiting for it’s host.
I am not human anymore.

I’m an addict searching for my fix.
Needle in the arm, I want another bag.
I want another pill.
I need more placebos,
I need more.

Put your hands up,
This is a robbery
and you are the hostage.
Words fire,
And you fall victim.
A victim to my fake tears.
You eat into my every word,
And supply my demand.
The demand for pills.

I didn’t use to be this way.

You see,
I was you once.
I believed good existed in everyone,
A good intent behind every action.
Until I found myself,
grasping mounds of dirt
Thinking he didn’t mean to make me hurt.
I bought myself a one way ticket to ignorance.
And you simply have not boarded.
Yet.

I am Alice falling down the rabbit hole.
And I am late.
Late.
I’ve only just started my spiral
while others regain their footing.
Those around me are looking up,
Watching.
Watching me disappoint again.

Lying on my back,
Legs spread,
Giving him all he ever wanted;
(But what about what I wanted?)
He thrusts,
And I take another pill.

I’m happy, I think.
holls Nov 2013
I don't understand
why I like you
You're nothing to me,
nothing.
Not a friend,
Foe,
Acquaintance.
You're just there
always in my thoughts;
Lingering.
You're nothing but a
Distraction.

In truth I think,
I like having you in my head
That way someone else
Can understand just how crazy it is
To have these thoughts that suffocate me.
The thought of
scars,
razors,
blood.
The lovely pain it's all caused me.

I'd like to think
Someone is right there with me.
Holding my hand.
Someone who *understands.

— The End —