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  May 2018 julianna
Kelsey Rhoads
If you are a suicide survivor
Inbox me your name
And I’ll add it to my tattoos of others

You guys mean the world to me
And I have my own name on my arm
Because I too, am a suicide survivor.
Inbox me your name. Make this go viral so I get names. Hopefully it inspires someone to fight a little harder. Anyone wanna join me?

If you understand I’m sorry. Stay strong friend.
  May 2018 julianna
anon
and stare into my chest
never at my chest
never at my body
cut me open
and look inside
find my beating heart
touch with all the desire
you have trapped
within the walls of your own heart
cut me open
and stare at my ribs
my lungs
my gall bladder
my intestines
everything the world
cannot oversaturate
or sexualize
cut me open
and let me bleed out for you
let me show you
what's inside of me
I don't let anyone see
cut me open
and pull out parts of me
you want to keep for yourself
take my lungs that breathe
for you
my heart that beats
for you
my stomach that fills
with butterflies
whenever I look at you
cut me open
and plant flowers
in my chest
let them grow in me
like my love grows
for you
cut me open
julianna May 2018
At night,
I always wonder...
If they knew what I'd been through,
Would they still like me?
julianna May 2018
I think I'm falling for friendship
It's really hard to admit
I've pushed away longer than I have ever reeled in.
I know it sounds sad
And that's 'cause it is,
I've been hurt and scratched and bruised,
Scared it will happen again.
I'm falling for friendship, I'm opening up.
So, hopefully this will work out
Well, enough.
Maybe I'll let myself be a little hopeful...
julianna May 2018
Music enters through my ears and floods my body.
It's too much to bear,
It's honest and raw.
The emotions penetrate my soul, leaving it cut and exposed.
Do I lay on the ground and let the current wash over me,
Leaving me cold, but fresh
Vulnerable but new?
Or do I close my eyes and refuse?
julianna May 2018
Carry on regardless to the cold and bitter moon.
It will once get better, but you haven't seen it soon.
Winter's just a season, a thick and hazy fog
It goes away eventually if you keep moving on.
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