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This finding
this identification
a tagging and categorization
of you in a slot
where no advertisements
will follow
no inducements
will lead
here
where syllables seek
to sing
for tiny amounts
of giant hearts
This group before you wants things
from you apparently
wants things they don't know they want
or why
they sit here to type words out like this
preening and hoping or is it
creating beauty and moping or is it
singing and dancing with keys
its the printed dance off
pick me please
this group of me
needs to come into existence
Why..
    Please..
       Just look at my face..
          Just show me..
             Show me you love me..
                 I ache for it..
                    I'm bleeding..
                        Just..
                       ­   F e e l . . .
Sure...
Something like that..
Serpents.

No.
Nonono...
I'm tired..

I'm drunk..
It's christmas.

Sober me won't remember this but I'm...
SOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooOOOO­OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo­oooooo

                   Sad
      Sad
                                   Sad

Sad


Alone
                      alone
                                                      alone

                                                                                            alone

                                                                 alone
                              alone
             alone
alone

alone...

Serena..
Lydia..

Please help me...
Christmas dinner with friends. I'm ******* dying right now. I feel awful.. But.. It'll be ok.. Right?
I
understand
all
those
words
separately
but
...
You're trying to explain
I'm trying might and main
to understand
but
....
I hear nothing at all
It's like there's a brick wall
between us
but
.....
 Dec 2018 keila skie
Makayla Jane
Last night I stared at my scars
And I realized how much I missed them...
Feel free to share revision ideas :)
 Dec 2018 keila skie
Umi
What I am
 Dec 2018 keila skie
Umi
What I am,
Is not what you are,
Because unlike you, I never was human.
Never was able to really feel emotions, which you all adore,
Been called a demon for that reason, a monster which was deserted,
Emptiness, calm and drenched in the sorrow of never fitting in is what embellishes me, an ornament of true, cruel sadness, undetected.
And yes, I don't understand you, perhaps I don't even want to, knowing what humans are like, I accepted my fate of being alone,
I let my fingernails grow long and sharp to at least fit into the picture of a monster you have put me, because what else do I have left ?
A heart, perhaps which desires to take those under its wing whom suffered the same tragity, orphans with no place or rejected, abused.
And a body, carrying a thousand marks done by a knife, or these nails, in a cold desperate wishing to be normal at least for a day, to not be alone and deserted, with no one left to talk but a silly pen, a pocket watch which is about to stop ticking calmly, gently very soon.
An ember of light, triggers some emotions at rare occasions, which fade into nothingness as the day begins to face it's end, ah, phantoms
So, what I am,
Is not what you are,
Because I am...
A demon.

~ Umi
Living with the asperger syndrome is sure a pain, at least for me.
 Dec 2018 keila skie
Lexie
Gentle
 Dec 2018 keila skie
Lexie
No one
Has ever let me
Feel like this
And just let me, let it go
Without letting me go
It is so beautiful
That even when
You are apart from me
I feel your hands
Cradling my heart
The only one
To let me fall apart
But not let
A single thing break
Lightheart <3
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