Your perspective
Is your reality

You create your demons

the disappearing creature
You see out of the corner
Of your eye,
The dictating voices,
And all of the ghosts
That haunt you

You laugh,
try to convince
The world
That You are not afraid

But you still don’t know
That you, yourself,
Can destroy the very
Demons you are
So bound by

repeat after me:
“I am in control.”

You can exorcise
The cold, abandoned
Body you are
Meant to treat
Like a home

Purge it’s
Negative forces,
Rid it of cobwebs
And dust mites,
Set rat traps,
Pull up the blinds
And paint the shutters
The same colour as
The sun in the sky

You are not
Deep, dark and dank
Like they said you were

You are
A little bit empty,
And in need of some
Home improvement

You are not unfixable,
Because you are not broken

- S.G.

I have to ***** out
My darkness
Like a candle
Or it’s wax drips from
My lips and tongue
And scalds those close to me

I let it burn
Long enough to
Let you know of it’s
Presence
It’s scent filling the room
with hints of
Warm Hazelnut,
Pumpkin Spice,
Clean Cotton

Giving that conversant,
Almost-friendly,
atmosphere

Familiar.

Bringing you in
For more,
Because, hey,
Everyone’s a little bruised,
A little vacant
and dim, Right?

And Nobody,
not one single person
wants to be
Alone in that until
We realize our darkness
Shuts out everything else

That adding another
Person’s shadow to our own,
Is what everyone means when
They talk of
The blind leading the blind.

- S.G.

I wish I could write for you,
I wish I could die for you,
I wish everything I said
Didn’t seem like I was
Lying to you.

- S.G.

I’ve said it a thousand times,
But I love you,

You’ve opened me up
To perspectives
I would have never known
If not for you

And next Monday
Will mark one year,

One year since
You saved me
From the embarrassment
Of facing
An ex boyfriend alone,

One year since
I kissed you while
Watching Full House
In my living room
At 4 am,
Expecting nothing but
Unrequited infatuation,
And receiving more
Than I could ever ask for

My insides still turn,
And my hands still
Tremble when you
Look at me,
And I realize
That I will never
Find another
Who can make my
Heart quiver with
Words as simple as
“I love you”

I could write a thousand
Words for you, to try
To explain
What you’ve done for me,
But no language
Could ever portray
What I need you
To know, so I will
Settle for the bare minimum,
And for the rest
Of my time here
Find better ways
To show you.

- S.G.

Everyone I’ve spoken to


Tells me that if you were
“Actually” suicidal


You wouldn’t want
Anyone to know

To be honest I’ve


Probably said it myself


A few times

But I don’t know if


I can believe that,


Because every time


I think of dying


All I want to do is


Scream, “Hear me,


hear my ******* voice
and understand it, because


I need you to know that
This is real,
and this is all I think about”

And I don’t want to hear


That it is going to get better.


I just want to feel legitimate again.

- S.G.

Your voice
Broken and weeping
Reminds me more of
false ******,
Than compassion

It cries,
“I am filled,
I am overflowing,
Be like me, be like me,”

But it echoes,
“Fill me, fill me,
With anything,
with everything”

- S.G.

I’m sorry
that I don’t
want help
nearly
as much
as I want
to stop
waking up.

- S.G.