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pearl Mar 2018
I never knew my drastic changes
would ever have a name
I never imagined I would beg for medication
to help keep me sane

I thought that my sadness
was just a simple phase
I thought that in time
I would outgrow this craze

it doubled in size
and started poisoning my life
I was contemplating suicide
ending my breathing with a knife

I had badgered my parents
and fought for my mental health
but they ignored my urgency
just like everything else

I explained to my big sister
that I believed my life was on the line
that I had no control over anything
not even my mangled mind

she worried about me nonstop
I felt even more like a burden
my brain would tell me horrible things
before I could ever get a word in

I would cry for days
and then be on top of the entire world
my mind would shut down
and then awaken in a manic whirl

when I stopped being a teenager
and moved out on my own
I thought the world was for my taking
that I could survive without being thrown

abuse became my entirety
I said coke was my one true soulmate
but one day I sniffed too much
and it was almost too late

im surprised I made it
to eight months clean
I dont want to go back
but sometimes I want to scream

now im back in my old bedroom
my parents trying to understand
where did their little girl go?
she used to be so very grand

im going to see a doctor
who can finally put an end
to this crippling illness
happiness won't have to be pretend

I am not my sickness
I am not going to die
I never thought I would be okay
im not going to lie

im excited to be okay
Im ecstatic to put an end to the facade
I know life won't be perfect
but my perception will not be flawed

this isn't the end for me
in fact this is just the very start
finally for once in my life
I won't want to tear myself apart
pearl Mar 2018
I thought that in two years id still be wearing his clothes like I just got home from a sleepover with him, id be smelling them even though the scents long gone, id  be burying my face into a pillow pretending its his chest

but now its two years, and im wearing a new coat of armor he helped me create and I dont need someones arms around me to feel safe, and now im shining
pearl Mar 2018
I could pour my soul out and decorate my sorries with ribbons and throw "I love you"'s all over the earth for you and all I would get in return is

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  Mar 2018 pearl
Hannia Santisteban
Sometimes, I wish I hadn’t just been the backseat of your car,
Intoxicated. My first drunk hook up. My first. Period.
I picture myself being champagne on Valentine’s Day.
I picture myself being you, nervous in the car, holding Starbucks
because you know I love coffee. Sometimes, I picture myself as her,
calling you a stalker and ignoring your calls,
but then I see myself. I call you beautiful,
turn you into poetry, laugh at your bad jokes,
I see myself as I become your drunk Wednesday night
when you’re sad. I see myself as I say no,
I become a “this is not a good idea”
and you a “we’ll deal with the consequences in the morning.”
We laugh because this hurts too much.
You take her out for dinner and I burrow money
for Plan B because you forgot you don’t like condoms
and clearly have no idea how children are made.
I have already named him. He has your curls and
my anxiety. He is smart. Except, I never wanted kids and
you would be a great father. Instead, you tell her
the beach reminds you of her and I cry in a McDonald’s
bathroom with my friend as relief floods through me that
the test comes negative. I stop talking to you,
move forward, meet someone new and before long
see myself becoming you. Because isn’t that the cycle?
Bad men turn good women into bad women who turn
good men into bad men. I’ll set him free so he can hurt
someone like me, and I drink red wine as I read her
poems about him and me.
pearl Mar 2018
“I think I love you.”
I took a chance and replaced the usual “bye, see you soon and be safe” with a risk.
“I think I love you too” he replied with the biggest grin I had ever seen, causing my stomach to tighten up with glee and butterflies. Little did I know, a year and two months later, he would break my heart- and my nose.

Abusive relationships never show themselves as abusive on day one, that realization lurks in the shadows, in the back of your mind being pushed back as far as it can go, until you can’t ignore it anymore. I never thought I would be one of those girls in one of those relationships, but then again, a lot of things had happened to me that I never thought would.

I had never been in love, my past relationships wore out their welcome and ended right when I was getting bored. I had cried over boys since the sixth grade, I had thought I had been broken, I had thought I had experienced heartbreak, but I was so wrong. Being physically and mentally broken could hurt in ways that I thought would never be able to heal.

I’d like to blame this boy for my alcoholism, my almost year long ******* addition, my constant mood swings and breakdowns. Now I’m just not sure who did this to me. Was it my brain from birth? Was it him? Was it my mom leaving me and dropping in just often enough to cause enough emotional abuse to make me think she cared? What the **** could it possibly be? This boy had become the entirety of my life and I wanted to blame him for everything. But the truth was, I had absolutely no idea why I was the way I was. Why I had ruined my life and sabotaged almost every good thing I had ever stumbled onto.
pearl Mar 2018
I bet she’s a natural blonde
And isnt up to her elbows in bleach
I bet she ends up taking you places
Maybe France maybe the beach

I bet she makes you laugh
When all I seem to do is wrong
I bet her eyes become your favorite
And you forget about me after long

I bet she doesn’t whine
When you ask her to do anything
I bet she plays instruments
And like an angel she can sing

I bet she introduces you
To new exotic things
i bet she doesn’t ask for anything
No diamonds or shiny rings

I bet you’re happier with her
I wish I could prevent
I bet you’re holding hands with her
youre fully and finally content

I bet I’m lying in my bed
Wishing you were mine to hold
But I’ve ****** up too many times
And you decided it finally got old

I bet I think about her
Every single day
And how she ended up with my lover
And how I ruined things in every way

I bet you’re really happy
And thats actually really good
I know I can’t have you
But I wish I had understood

I bet I still love you
In fact I’m sure I do
I just can’t imagine how I did it
I can’t bare losing you
pearl Mar 2018
i watched you sob over your father
you saw me at my most horrific
why can't i seem to find another
when we weren't even that terrific

i don't know what butterflies are
until i see your ******* face
you left me with more than a scar
more pain than you can trace

and when i think of you
which now isn't getting to be often
i feel like i'm lying to
myself until i'm in a coffin

why can't i just get over it
it's been almost a year
our love was torn and hit
and for me? you'll never be there

i want to stop torturing my brain
i want to stop feeling sad
i want to stop craving rain
and i want this oh so bad
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