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idk Aug 2013
and the cuts resemble more than her mouth ever could
she understand each and every one
she could relate to pain
she could relate to the marks on her arms
each and everyone
she knew that the pain helped fill the void of the sadness
the loneliness
the way she wore the long sleeve shirts
they way they'd all ask way
the more she'd look away and say
"nothing"
"i'm just cold"
"don't worry about it"
or simply look away
sometimes walk out of room  
more and more
took more and more pills
trying to find a way to cover up the pain
and screaming because of the conflicting the voices

her parents
she could hear them screaming from her room
that's when she'd cut even DEEPER

pain and relief was all that came out of it
it was enough
the blood gushing out of  her arm
was a sign that she'd done it
she's found a way
it seemed to all go away
when she dug the razor deeper into her arm

turned white
idk Aug 2013
they always say confidence is key
but what if the lock is broken
always saying that the perfect image makes you liked
continuously impressing yourself
to hopefully fulfill the void of having the image of somebody else
idk Aug 2013
right now
sitting here
i'm thinking about being the same
im thinking about changing who i am to impress
im thinking about you
i'm thinking about the distance between us
im thinking about death
im thinking about church
im thinking about conspiracy
im thinking about how you can walk away from something that meant so much to you
and say it meant nothing
when you called me your everything
but remembering that sometimes everything turns into nothing
Thinking about how i want you back
but thinking about why were not together in the first place
because i'm not romantic enough
and how i wanted to keep us private
thinking about how i ****** things up
and thinking about how to put things back together
thinking about how to find myself throughout all of the thinking
and how going to sleep brings me more relief than being awake
idk Aug 2013
the freckles on your face correspond with the many invasions of emotions contracting one another like the plans spinning around,
day by day and us
humans  
not showing much respect
we sit back worrying
trying to cover up our freckles
our insecurities
while we should be trying to preserve,
yet were so clueless with the results
that we love clueless
we love the outcome
idk Aug 2013
will you still love me
when we grow old
when my hands are wrinkled
when you can tell my memories faded
when you ask me something and i forget it
when you ask me if i love you
and i nod
when we sit across from each other
at the dinner tables we've had for 40 years
the legs broken but using books to hold it up  
embracing all the years we've spent together
we talk about the times we snuck out
about our first kiss
and the way my lips fit perfectly into your lips
how we talked about our future
together
and now were sitting here together
saying
forever
idk Aug 2013
wasn't a big deal when i was joking about it
thought they'd never notice
ha
we'd ALL joke about it
"it'll never happen to us"
in the back of my mind,
"it'll never happen to me"
"i'd NEVER do that"
heavens forbid no i'm a good girl
yeah
"who would do that to themselves"
until the day the pain was to strong
and the medicine wasn't enough
and the blade wasn't sharp enough
and not eating wasn't getting you skinny enough
and everyone around you
the one that said they loved you the most
said they'd do ANYTHING for you
now in your mind, the hypocritical ones
telling you they could do nothing to help you
while others walked away without understanding of what was really going on
and you'd sit alone
with the mindset that you'd go nowhere
miserable
wondering how you could help yourself
without the support of no one else but reality of searching everywhere for someone other than yourself
but not finding anyone else but yourself
when you looked in the mirror
and the only word you could imagine to describe yourself
your self esteem
your body
your personality
was hate
went through your mind that you HATED every little thing about yourself
brutal realization isn't enough
you don't KNOW ENOUGH until you've HAD ENOUGH
and come to the realization that the addiction tot he pain will always be enough because your prone to the feeling of what you know
is the pain
you LOVE
idk Aug 2013
my happiness dripped away
like caramel on a crisp apple
on an apple during fall
falling WAS what it felt like
to me at least
falling out of once was once love
which was now hate
which surrounded my thoughts with hate
not hate on myself but the face that everyone
else around me was happy
or at least had a masquerade make on that hid the scars
they decided to hide
the thing about it is
at first,
the sweetness you feel
the pull
the pull of every word they say is something special
magical
feels like the want of hunger
the hurt of pain
and from the beginning you KNOW
how it all ends
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