there was girl made of flowers and twine
they said she was the light
but all she saw was the darkness in the night
hands cupped like spring blooms
she held desire like burning fire
I am the fourteen year old girl held on the bed
I am the girl screaming in my sleep
I am the girl, crying, alone
I am the girl who watched others get hurt.
I am the girl who sent a ****** to prison.
I am my anxiety,
Welling like an oncoming flood in my stomach and
Hammering in my throat
I am my depression,
Back and forth, up and down, like a heart rate monitor
I am my trauma
Held deep in my body,
My muscles corded around the pain I can’t get rid of.
I am the girl who defied it all
I am the girl who made a difference
I am the girl who stood up!
And I am here,
I am the girl who is stronger than I ever imagined.
I spent near a quarter of my life thus far doing stupid **** for stupid reasons.
I had *** with boys because I could. It didn't change anything; I was still depressed, lonely, and bitter.
I smoked joints because I wanted to. I drank alcohol because there was nothing better to do. I smoke cigarettes because I was too young.
I spent useless years of my life obsessing over what other people thought of me. I spent meaningless time thinking I was in love with boys who didn't love me. I would have done anything for people who would have done nothing for me. I found myself and I lost myself.
I spent useless, meaningless, empty time thinking everything was fine, only to find myself here and now wondering what the **** I was doing.
So here I am. I will no longer waste my time, because I see that there is value in it.
Today my time is valued and important; do not waste my time.
In some ways I know who I am today is the greatest person I could ever be.
In other ways, I know I could have done so many other great things.
I am successful, smart, strong. But did I follow the right path?
Had I pursued other dreams and opportunities, would I be a different person?
But why do I bother questioning my past? Who I am now is what matters!
Did I make the right decisions?
do you wanna see the stars tonight
turn off the lights look in the mirror
your eyes ll shine so bright
I want to be loved for my thorns
For even the sharpest of them all
And no matter how ugly they may seem
I want to be loved while my shriveled leaves fall
I want someone to see past my weeds
To leave them beneath my feet
Because no flower or plant is perfect
I just want to be loved for being me
And even when things might seem ugly
For having rips and tears in my leaves
I want to be loved unconditionally
I want to be loved for being me
I found half of a best friend's necklace.
It's a simple chain, a charm that has "Best"
engraved in a piece of green plastic,
a pickle with ogling eyes.
It must have been an inside joke,
a friend I promised never to forget.
I can't remember who.
Just a forgotten memory,
a long lost friend
who I may never