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 Nov 2013 K
A Mink
The Ashes
 Nov 2013 K
A Mink
You were an angel, so I burned
Your wings to the ground.
I turned you into something ugly,
Something I could relate into my self.

I scarred you because your flesh was bare.
I carved my initials in your soul;
So you'd never forget my destruction.
I didn't want someone so beautiful to exist.

I couldn't have loved someone so pure,
No one so flawless could have ever loved me.
You had to become damaged…
Because I was too broken for the both of us.

I wish I had left you beautiful though...
Left you with that glimmer in your eyes
The light I snuffed out
To test the limits of love.

I wish I had trusted
that the demons would be ugly
That an angle set ablaze
Would twist a soul malevolently

To ashes we will burn now,
Watching each other fall to pieces.
 Nov 2013 K
maybella snow
"because i hate myself"
"how can you hate yourself so much though?!"
"i just do"

i know its difficult to understand
but i thought this through
and i've figured a way to describe what its like
i hope maybe you'll understand
a little maybe.

                                                           imagine you're angry with someone
                                      they've maybe broken something special to you
                             or forgotten to do something and it ended in disaster
                           well,  you're angry with them, so frustrated and angry
                     and you have built up rage, muscles tense and you know
                 you cant hurt them, because thats bad, and you'll feel worse

but the person you're angry with
                                                                        is you.
its like there's two of me
the me that is a body
just simple and does what its told
then there's my head
                     my mind
                     my mind gets frustrated with my body
so very angry
                     my mind punishes my body
for not being perfect enough
for not doing something perfect
for forgetting or not doing it g
ood enough

imagine that
over every
tiny* little thing
of course i hurt myself
its how i learn
to be perfect
i'm working on it
but i'm still angry
with my body
for not performing
good enough
 Nov 2013 K
jd
Anxiety
 Nov 2013 K
jd
I worry so much
That I forget to enjoy
The moments when
I have nothing to worry about
 Nov 2013 K
Tori Hart
anxiety
 Nov 2013 K
Tori Hart
Anxiety isn't a little monster
that sits on your shoulder
Nibbling at your neck
when it needs something to feed on.

The terrifying thing about Anxiety
is that fact that She is a part of you
He doesn't leave and then return when
the Time is right.

Anxiety is within You
She is the darkness suppressed inside your Soul
He is the hurricane trapped within your Mind
And You have to decide
if S/He will be given the power to

Define You.
 Nov 2013 K
Derek
...
 Nov 2013 K
Derek
...
paper hurts the same
way life hurts:
strip all of the dense air away
as the margins of our memories collide
with the graphite of our instrument of pain.
words.
shelter us with your actions
and as the mind wants to get foggy
so do the memories of that everlasting change.
thoughts are nothing but the imagination,
uncontrollable because let's be real:
reality *****.
and as the words begin to flow
so do those thoughts.
they appear.
it rumbles my consciousness and
stirs those repressed feelings.
the unspeakable.
the hatred.
the sorrow.
the love.
and I just lament my feelings into the paper
because I know the pencil won't hurt me.
and i keep on writing and writing and writing
till the rush of death sweeps over me
and Lord knows
I just want it to end.
So I write.
I write some more.
And as my hand because just as numb as my
heart,
I know it's over.
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