*A few forgetful moments
And I am littered with paper cuts.
Each tear is a page: a meaning: a reason.
I am encased with quilts and a
Bubbling love, but the chills
And demons find their way through.*
I was told
Explicitly
To pull my head out of my ass,
Because struggling with education, depression, and
Harassment
Is inconvenient for others.
I forgot to reline the trash can in the bathroom.
**Dear diary,
I almost hurt myself again today. Its been over ten months since I did it last, but you know what a bitch life is.
See ya later!**
***Vomit reminds me of rainbows,
And vice-verse.
My stomach is thunder.
I don't have enough tears to make it rain,
But I might piss enough.***
What should I do with my life?
I make decisions and
Work my ass off more than any
16 year old I know,
And care for others in any way I can
In hope that they will return the favor when I need it,
But I'm still ignorant and selfish, says she.
*Sometimes I wonder which way is up
And right. A nervous tick of mine.
A moody strand of my being.
Trying to connect to reality, but curving...*