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mer Jan 2019
She climbed like fire
from the cold claws--
"Not today," she said
Shaking her head.

It came back,
gnawing at her skin
Picking at her head
"No!" she yelled.

It crept up again
Its shivery smile deceiving
She met its eyes
And sighed, before walking away.

But it stuck with her.
Pleasant, yet sickening.
Beautiful but disgusting--
She stopped.

Looked over her shoulder;
It was still there,
Its red gleaming eyes full
of knowing evil.

Her eyes turned the color of fire
She touched its scales
Stroked its flesh
Eyes full of forbidden wonder.

She took a blade, in her pocket,
And looked at her wrists.
The blue rivers of gushing red
Intrigued her.

It noticed how easy she was
To control;
It hissed in her ear
And told her "Yes!"

That was all she needed--
She became one with it
When she sliced open her arm
And became slowly absorbed.

Soon she was gone
With the blue rivers,
Carried away by lies
And deceived by evil.
mer Jan 2019
you open a mason jar
full of sticky,
bitterly sweet honey

your fingers stick
to the jar

and refuse
to release

you then realize
the honey

was actually
brown cement

why me?
you think,
annoyed
mer Jan 2019
I
let
it
happen
again.
I
slipped
up,
and
now
I'm
back
where
I
started.
I
hate
that
I
hate
myself.
I
hate
that
I
can't
stop.
I
hate
that
no
matter
how
hard
I
try,
nothing
seems
to
work.
I
hate
the
thoughts
I
have,
that
sickening
feeling
of
short
lived
joy
when
blades
grind
against
my
skin.
No
one
knows
the
things
I
do
to
myself.
No
one
hears
my
tears
or
my
awful
thoughts.
But
I
hear,
loud
and
clear,
and
it
keeps
me
awake.
I
can't
sleep
when
everything
is
so
loud.
I
love
it,
but
I
hate
it.
I
crave
it,
but
I
am
disgusted
by
it.
The
marks
appear
on
my
skin,
the
blood
rushes
to
its
surface,
the
pain
throbs.
The
pain
I
love,
the
pain
I
hate.
The
pain
I
am
addicted
to.
mer Jan 2019
I talked you through your dark times,
when you felt so alone
when no one else was willing

I left you alone
when you got angry at me
for trying to help

Why am I still here
with you
after all I've gone through because of you?

Because,
because I love you
mer Jan 2019
He thinks about that airplane
Flying above his house
What would happen if...
But it won’t.
But what if it actually...
No.

He squeezes his eyes shut and tries to think of something else
He covers his ears to hide the noise
It only makes it worse

His heart races inside his chest
He feels nauseous and dizzy
He tries again to think of anything but the plane
To no avail...

He feels so alone
His anxiety stops him from being happy
From doing what he loves
Being who he wants to be

He just wants it to stop
and
go
away.
mer Jan 2019
You turn up your music
as
loud
as it will go

The meaningful lyrics
fill
your mind.
You take a
deep
breath

Maybe
Just maybe
This time the music will be
louder
than your thoughts
mer Jan 2019
Everything feels
wrong.
Who am I
(really)?

I look in the mirror
and I see a face
that I don't
recognize.

Will I ever
feel
right?
I am so (hopelessly)
confused.

I have mutilated myself
Look at my arms and legs
(Are they really mine?)
The scars are all I see.

Help me, I softly whisper.
Not surprisingly,
no one
hears me.
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