Like a razor to the skin

I bleed word of love for you

As each day grows colder, I find it harder to find spots

not engrossed by scars

This poem is for the criminally insane

So unloved by themselves

They plot the ****** of their wrists daily - seen as lost causes

This poem is for the people who are envied

but no one knows their story or how they drink and get drunk

taking shots of off Vogue magazine

This poem is for the ignored

who no longer care enough to get out of bed

skipping school and day dreaming of meeting their maker

This is for everyone.

You are loved

God feels sad when you hate on yourself

Because he so carefully prepared you

And even if you’re not religious

Science said you’re made from stars splitting in two

So never hold your head down

Even though life is no piece of cake

because you are so perfect

and the universe (or God) makes no mistakes

Trying to stay positive with anxiety/depression is like trying to jump waves with a tsunami

And I’m drowning with a smile plastered on my face

“I’m fine”

Watching the stars and the clouds are too different things
clouds are a new form of their old self
but, stars are the beauty we finally see after death

I am whole ;
I could tell myself that a million times
and not believe it once.

I am a teenage introvert:

My bed is unkempt and I long for forgiveness - mainly from myself and possibly my mirror

I worship the cynical and complain how much I hate school - even though I hate when I stay home

My fingers are etching maps in my head, while I form an excuse to skip, even though I never do

I look for acceptance, anywhere. No one uses words anymore and the rooms are silent.

Miscommunication starts fights so I never speak up. Late nights on Netflix - succeeding at nothing

I am a teenage stereotype:

I save for concerts and buy cd’s. I long to drive someday and having the prospects of college. Filled with wanderlust I cry myself to sleep. Dreaming of not waking up - but getting home sick at home.

I am confused.