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 ***, 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 ***** life is. See ya later!
***** reminds me of rainbows, And vice-verse. My stomach is thunder.
I don't have enough tears to make it rain, But I might **** enough.
What should I do with my life? I make decisions and Work my *** 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...