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280 · Nov 2019
Hospital
julianna Nov 2019
Hospital walls
Make me
Want to fall over
Get attention and
Pity
It’s selfish
But I’m desperate
So
Maybe they’ll
Admit me
~
279 · Aug 2019
late night fights
julianna Aug 2019
As the hate pours in, I’ll stand my ground
I don’t stand for fake friends
Hopefully they’ll apologize and it can be good again
279 · Mar 2019
night | day
julianna Mar 2019
I’m not sure how else to say this:
I am darkness
He is light
I am blinding
He’s the night
I keep thinking
Awful things
He will fine me
I will pay
279 · Oct 2018
Fall
julianna Oct 2018
It’s a pit in my stomach,
Feeling nostalgic
For weather changes
And chills.
The music matches
The empathetic nausea
Inside,
But I don’t mind it
It feels kind of good.
I get very nostalgic during season changes, especially getting closer to the colder seasons. It’s a mixture between pure nervousness and nostalgia... the epitome of mixed feelings.
278 · May 2018
Smothered
julianna May 2018
Some things burn
like fire.

Some things sting
like bees.

But sometimes,
They smother like pillows.

Until you can no
longer breathe.
276 · Feb 2019
Worth
julianna Feb 2019
What’s my worth?
Am I as bad as I think?
Am I as good as they say?
275 · Feb 2018
/dəˈpreSH(ə)n/
julianna Feb 2018
Depression is a blanket,
A place to rest my head.
It hurts when I am somber,
But won't hurt when I am dead.
274 · May 2019
Unstable
julianna May 2019
Wanting to scream
But nobody heard
I lived in darkness yet feared being alone

I couldn’t speak
Of the voices I heard
The ones that gave me the blade and told me to, “Get to work”

But honestly, most of it’s on me,
I never wanted them to look

I said things I didn’t really mean,
But depends on what you took

I was unable
To cope with the

Situation

I was unstable
274 · Oct 2019
Mind Reader
julianna Oct 2019
I can’t be a mind reader,
Tell me what you mean
I don’t understand the language that you speak
273 · Apr 2019
Good Mistakes
julianna Apr 2019
Sometimes I make mistakes,
In reality I make a lot of them,
But sometimes I look back
And I realize that maybe, that’s what I needed.
271 · May 2018
Back To Happy
julianna May 2018
I'm back to reading books about girls in love
I'm back to being entranced by words on pages for hours at a time
I'm back to eating what I want with no remorse
I'm back to having normal relationships with people my age
I'm back to being able to grow out my nails without impulsively biting them off in seconds
I'm back to buying clothes that fits me right now and not after I lose a few pounds
I'm back to being able to walk around a mall without feeling every single person in my brain
I'm back to coexisting without inhibitions about being myself
I'm back to me...
I'm back to happy.
For the first time in a long time, I feel like myself. I get emotional thinking about it because I'm still young, yet I feel as if mental illness has robbed me of so, so much. Today, I felt "back to happy".
269 · May 2018
Shelter Them
julianna May 2018
There are millions of dogs and cats in shelters
Why can't we shelter them from this?
I was thinking about all the helpless creatures that are kept in shelters until they are adopted or killed. Please, adopt a pet when you can... don't buy! Also, fostering and volunteering can help the cause. I'm not against shelters, just saddened by the number of innocent animals being murdered each day.
265 · Oct 2019
Toxic Monster (You)
julianna Oct 2019
I find myself running back to you time and time again.
Am I really the type let myself get trapped in a toxic relationship?
I didn’t think myself this dumb...
To let myself get stepped on, used, or dumped.
But I am not at fault.
I am not dumb for falling for this disgusting game that you called a “friendship”  
No. But rather,
I am a victim
Of the gross manipulation of a human in need (me) by a toxic monster (you).
262 · Sep 2018
Mistake
julianna Sep 2018
If you misspell a word on a paper
You don’t shred the whole paper.
You fix the mistake
And move on.
Note to self not to shred myself up about doing one thing wrong.
262 · May 2018
ECHOLALIA
julianna May 2018
It sounds like a flower,
It's fresh to the ears.
Echolalia is a word that I hear.
A little girl found it,
I heard it today.
She might have autism,
But that's rude to say.
Should I just speak up or ignore the signs?
Noting signs in a child that is not mine
Is like picking a flower,
It withers and dies.
I meet children who may potentially have autism, but it's such a sensitive topic that I refrain from making comments to the parents. I feel a sense of responsibility towards the well being of the child, but should I? (Note: I mean the actual word echolalia sounds "fresh to the ears".)
258 · Mar 2019
reminder to self 3.12.19
julianna Mar 2019
It’s not always me
Me me
Sometimes it’s you
You you
257 · Mar 2018
exist.
julianna Mar 2018
"I don't want to exist sometimes."
Dear God forbid those words reprise
"Be careful who you tell these rhymes."
The therapist looked and checked the time
As if waiting for the clock to chime
Next time I'll come, look in her eyes
Then smile and tell happy lies.
I told her that I get really sad and don't want to exist sometimes. She told me not to tell any other health professionals that because it "sounds bad." Hell yeah it sounds bad! What an unprofessional way to handle it... made me feel terrible.
julianna Oct 2018
These days are full of deaths
And resurrection.
I rapidly shift between the warm yellows
and the sallow blues.
The temperature is fading
And so is my will.
But some days make my bare bones glow
Back to the way they were,
Way before.
249 · Jan 2019
What Happened?
julianna Jan 2019
This was stupid
We made a mistake
Tomorrow will be better
And when we wake
We’ll ask, “what happened?”
247 · Oct 2019
cold
julianna Oct 2019
It’s too cold to be alone
So that’s why I’m thinking of you
246 · Jun 2018
This Is/N't Flirting
julianna Jun 2018
The (waning) distance between your hand and mine makes me nervous.
I am not afraid of touching you, but I'm afraid of what might happen if I do.
I tried to look extra good just in case you were (and you were) there,
but never considered the possibility of my efforts working.
Is this flirting?
It's rather remarkable the way my brain constantly pushes away thoughts that you could (and you could!)
like me.
But, nevertheless, you kept a steady gaze (and smiled, even though you have a short attention span) as I told stories.
And I'm a terrible storyteller.
Not to mention,
You played with my hair, offered to share your drink with me,
And hugged me goodbye for longer than what is normal(ly acceptable).
I've been trying to convince myself that this isn't flirting.
Yet, on paper, it's quite
Undeniable.
I'm quite awkward. And he's quite cute...
244 · Mar 2020
Letters I Never Sent Pt. 2
julianna Mar 2020
I’m so much bigger now.
I’ve grown into a young woman.
You were my brother and it honestly hurt when you left without a trace.
I was just a child.
I felt abandoned.

I saw your profile today...
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t tempted to request your friendship, your attention, your acknowledgment of my existence.

But things are different now,
I’ve learned a lot.
And I know you’ve done the same.

What name should I call you by?
I’m unsure.
Are you still the old you?
The person I knew?
Or are you him? The one I never met?

Please know that I still love you.
We’re not friends, but I still love you.
243 · Aug 2020
Golden
julianna Aug 2020
I think I’m cool...
Some say I’m golden
But I really feel invisible.
I give,
But it feels more like it’s taken from me.
I need someone to see me,
Really see me.
See me for who I am,
My quirks,
My likes,
My favorite song and the way I dance when no one is looking.
Those closest to me feel “close enough”
So I need someone to cross the line
And become closest to me.
Once I’m warmed by them,
I might feel golden.
243 · Mar 2018
contentment
julianna Mar 2018
why am I never content with the content of my head?
242 · May 2019
Comfort
julianna May 2019
I’m searching for comfort
In words of wisdom.
I know where to look,
But am I strong enough?
241 · Sep 2018
Thirst
julianna Sep 2018
Maybe if you hydrate my psyche with a kiss, I won’t thirst anymore.
238 · Feb 2018
oubli de l'amour
julianna Feb 2018
When I stopped seeing your face in my dreams,
My love for my life went and ripped at the seams.
You allowed me to realize one essential fact
When you tore our perfect and beautiful pact.
I am just a human on a rock in space
With no helpful purpose and no helpful place.
Tu es ma vie, mon amour et mon cher
But you do not love me
No, you do not care.
238 · Aug 2019
Guilt.
julianna Aug 2019
Guilt,
Spotted on my bones
Spilled along my guts
Crawling up my spine
To greet my eyes with tears.
Why so guilty?
232 · Nov 2018
Moon Child
julianna Nov 2018
The moon, again, is hollow
Like my bony wings
I will fly until tomorrow
And breathe in dust while I sing
The condition of this living
Can’t hold me back when I die
And one day I’ll finally wake up
And, with mine, see your eyes
230 · Sep 2018
Age Eraser
julianna Sep 2018
I know that I come off as mature,
But don’t erase my life.
16 is far from 20
And 20 would make me a different person.
So please don’t invalidate my existence
By creating a new one in your head.
Treat me like a human
And please, treat me the way you think I should be treated, regardless of what number is attached to my being.
Don’t be an age eraser.
This poem doesn’t even make sense. It’s a jumbled up ramble of two of my most haunting insecurities;
People assuming my age (usually 18-20s) and then holding me up to some impossible standard of responsibility/maturity that they’ve created AND people judging me for my age/patronizing me/invalidating me when I tell them my age and I’m younger than what they thought (I’m 16 but I am “mature for my age”).
Don’t make me feel bad about my existence just because I’m different than what you think a 16 year-old should be.
229 · Nov 2018
Let You Go
julianna Nov 2018
Let me let you go, I beg
Tell me that you hate me
Erase your joking smile from my memory
And just leave me aching
I’d rather blame you for leaving than have this never ending fling
I thought we’d be forever
But to you, best friend and boyfriend don’t seem to go together
229 · Oct 2018
My nightcap
julianna Oct 2018
My nightcap is communication,
because I crave it all day
I spend hours between four walls
And talking helps me get away.
So I stay up late most of the time,
Chatting my time away
Because after all, I have more time
When tomorrow rolls my way.
julianna Jun 2018
Don’t try to blame it on an anxious mind
You’re doing so good, honey.
Yes, you’re doing fine.
And for the first time in a long, long time you’re mine.
A reminder to myself and others that sometimes you have a toxic mind, but poison has an antidote and you’ll be okay in the end. Like I heard the other day, “If it’s not okay, it’s not the end!”
227 · Sep 2018
talktoomuch
julianna Sep 2018
I thought the solution was talking,
But when I talktoomuch it hurts
Because I feel like I’m hurting you

As if taking up your time
With my conversation
Is selfish

Am
I just delusional
Or broken?

Now I have a dilemma
Should I talktoomuch or just never
speak?

I’m going to try shutting up tomorrow. I feel like I ****** up too much air, so I’ll just be quiet.

Let’s see how long it will last...
I might delete this later. I think I’m crazy, but I have an actual dilemma where I feel guilty about talking to much or feeling like I said something wrong ALL THE TIME, so I’m just going to shut my stupid mouth tomorrow.
227 · Feb 2019
Step One
julianna Feb 2019
Step 1:
What is step one?
I don’t want to be abandoned
I don’t want to put in the effort just to fail
I want to impress
I want to improve,
But there’s no step one without you.
I have no self-motivation.
226 · Mar 2018
Feel Something
julianna Mar 2018
Today I felt sad
But that’s okay
Just let me feel something
226 · Apr 2018
Act Your Age
julianna Apr 2018
If I'm not standing on a stage,
Then why should I act "more my age"
?
People always meet me and we quickly become friends. We laugh and talk, exchange numbers. Then, they ask me how old I am... Is it bad for me to be mature or be able to have good conversations at a  young age?  Why should you act differently because you now know the number of years I've been alive? It's unfair how people can judge so quickly and it hurts when people reject me because I don't match whatever stereotype they have attached to my age group. It's almost as if I've insulted them... they no longer find me funny, witty, or smart. How sweet.
225 · Oct 2018
Writers For Control
julianna Oct 2018
I’m creating worlds for fun
Having people’s lives in my hand
Is a luxury some don’t care for
I’m a control freak, if I’m honest
And doing this feels so good
I’m not hurting anyone but the character
But a little bit of me
If a reader comes along,
I’ll be extending a piece myself to them
Writing = Control
julianna Jan 2019
My head wanders through the clouds,
But time still passes.
I can distract myself
And try to avoid life.
But it’s inevitable,
Someone will always yank me back down.
223 · Jul 2019
C•H•O•O•S•E
julianna Jul 2019
Choose to stop
Choose to be different
Chose to be blissfully unaware
Of the chaos unfolding around you
221 · Nov 2019
New Car
julianna Nov 2019
Stupid cats scratched the car
The only good thing that happened to us
In months
219 · Sep 2018
Days In A Bottle
julianna Sep 2018
What’s the point of counting days
If they all blend together?
Pill one counts for Saturday, pill two is for Sunday...3, 4, 5, 6, until Friday.
And those are all my days.
Tomorrow will be like today
And yesterday like forever.
Because if anything is futile, it’s that futility is a fact.
215 · May 2018
Disconnected
julianna May 2018
I’m disconnected.

There’s a spark in my eye and it’s twitching into flames.  

I’m tired of this life and of these games.

I’m hoping for a reason,

Hope they give me one to stay.

I thought the pounding was finally gone,

But it is is ringing in my head

And beating in my lungs.

I’m disconnected.

I feel dead.
Existential crisis
214 · Mar 2018
one.
julianna Mar 2018
one day i will walk to you,
clothed in the crisp linen of virtue
and amid all the people
i shall see only the one being
that i long to become
for one man shall leave his mother
and his father
and two become one.
214 · Aug 2019
RE-
julianna Aug 2019
RE-
Doubting this is it,
The panic starts to set in.
It’s starting again...
Is this my forever?
Relapse
Replace
Release
Relapse
Replace
Re-
213 · Oct 2018
Ghost of An Angel
julianna Oct 2018
Won’t look out the window when she knocks for fear of a Ghost of An Angel.
He made a mistake, so he’s outcasted
But it’s not bad.
Just because something hurts doesn’t mean it’s bad.
Stitches allow you to heal, and until you do you’ll be a Ghost of An Angel.
We’ll be waiting.
The title contains personal meaning, but take it as you will.
212 · May 2020
bloom of youth
julianna May 2020
Too young to be in love
But my heart beats faster when I see you
I will wait for our love to be accepted
No matter how long it takes
210 · Dec 2019
C.M.B.
julianna Dec 2019
What can I say?
It’s so sad to see him so thin
Addicted to that
And addicted to this
He needs to be healthy,
And happy,
And “fat”
All that I’d like is for him to be back.
208 · Nov 2019
Carousel
julianna Nov 2019
Spin me ‘round
Carousel
Watch me fall
See me fail
Tired tired
It won’t stop
I keep spinning
‘Round the clock
Hungry hungry
Time to eat
I can’t get off
Of this seat
Seeing colors
Hearing sounds
All I do
Is spin around
208 · Jun 2018
Existancy
julianna Jun 2018
I scan between the good words and the bad
I do the same with people,
My eyes frantic and my mind confused
I'm getting dizzy and losing my balance.
I'm losing all hope with it, too.
Why is it so complicated?
There is no consistency,
No rhyme or reason.
Just exist or not exist and whatever lies between.
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