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 Oct 2014 suicidalsmiles
Monika
I'm trying to make it all feel okay again.
These days, even smiling feels like drowning.
The scars on my wrists are starting to fade
but it isn't any easier to burn the memories from my brain.
My therapist says I need to start laughing again,
but the only thing that doesn't make me want to cry
is the way the leaves curl and some days
I can't even feel the warmth of the sun hit my skin.
My body doesn't really feel like home anymore.
My mom keeps asking why I've been skipping so many meals
she says I must be crazy to think that she doesn't notice
and maybe she's right. It's getting bad again.
My chest aches and my hands have gone numb.
I keep telling myself to be strong,
that I've gone five months without hurting myself
and I don't want to look in the mirror
because all I see is a dead girl walking.
I don't want to go outside because it reminds me that
the trees are happier than I ever will be.
I want to be weightless, I want to float away.
Let me go up there. I want to swim with the stars.
I STOLE A LOOK AT YOU WITH MY BURNT EYES AND FIERY TONGUE
I WOULD **** TO SEE YOU CRY ACID TEARS THAT POURED LIKE RAIN ON METAL
I STILL REMEMBER YOUR BUBBLING TEMPER BURNING BRIDGES WITH STICKY SWEET LIES. ALL MY LIFE ALL I NEEDED WAS A FRIEND AND ALL YOU WERE DOING WAS GETTING HIGH. YOUR MIND WAS LIKE THE NIGHT SKY DARING A SHOOTING STAR IN YOUR GLASSY EYES. I DON'T KNOW WHATS WORSE, MY ADDICTION TO THE PAIN OR YOUR BREATH ON COLD GLASS WHISPERING SOFT I LOVE YOUS IN MY COTTON CANDY DREAMS. YOU WERE ALL I NEEDED YOU WERE ALL I NEEDED TO MAKE MY HEART GLOW LIKE A GEM OR BURN ME LIKE THE FUSE WE LIT WHEN YOU DECIDED TO TAKE ME HOSTAGE TO YOUR EARTHQUAKES. I WAS THE GIRL IN THE WALL AND YOU WERE PLAYING GOD IN THE CLOUDS. BUT TRYING TO LOVE YOU WAS LIKE TRYING TO SWIM IN THE DESERT AND MAYBE I GAVE UP TOO EASY BUT THE SCARS I OWN ARE LIKE GRAFFITI SO I WROTE AND I WROTE AND I WROTE THE STORY I THOUGHT I KNEW THE MOST BUT NOW I SEE THE CRUMPLED TRAGEDIES WE'VE BECOME AND IT KILLS ME TO BE THIS NUMB. YOU CALLED ME ARMAGEDDON AND I GUESS YOU WERE RIGHT CAUSE ALL WE EVER WERE WAS 2 VINES TANGLED UP IN A FIGHT, A 10PM PUNCH AND KISS GOODNIGHT. SO DON'T CALL ME A LOVER IN FACT DON'T CALL ME AT ALL.
 Oct 2014 suicidalsmiles
JL
You do not know me
And you did not see
You were not there
When we drank from
The flask and I said
Those words I now regret

You were not there
When the sky was dying
A red evening sky
I was alone with the fire

I want to learn how to be human
I want the old teachers to show me
How to hunt the hunter
How to seek that which cannot be found


If you tell me
Who I am
I will give you my share of crumbs from
Maximillion's table
If you tell me
Who I am
I will write you a thousand poems
Without using that word "because" even once
I wonder,
If you still lift your head,
From whatever held
Your attention,
When you hear my name.
And I wonder,
If you remember
The love we shared,
Until something else,
Grabbed your attention.
Do you still think of me?
When the world seems
To have left me behind.
Do you think of me
When you smile and laugh
In the distance.

All I can think of is your eyes
How they use to look at me
With love and passion
Now they barely glance
For a moment in my direction

Do you love me as you did
When you wiped away my tears
When you held me
When I wanted to die
Do you love me still
Are you even still mine?
Do you think of me when I think of you?
Is that your smile which greets me from the steam of my morning coffee?
Is it your caress which trails along my neck as I gaze upon the ocean?
Do you see my face as you listen to your song on the radio?
Does you head turn at the sound of laughter with the expectation of finding me there?
Is you who banishes the darkness of my nightmare visits?
Is it your voice which encourages me to continue when I have fallen?
When you close your eyes, do you hear me calling?
Did you catch my scent on wind and know my yearning?
Do you miss me when you walk out that door?
 Oct 2014 suicidalsmiles
ray
i'll pack my bags and my suit case and i'll run out of this ****** home faster than i fell in love with you and moved in.
will my absence mean anything to you? i guess we'll find out
i'll risk it.
i want to live somewhere where my prescene has a value
i want to be in a home where i'm wanted
i'm sorry i'm too insecure to appreciate your efforts, but
you've changed. i've changed too.
 Oct 2014 suicidalsmiles
brooke
Er.
 Oct 2014 suicidalsmiles
brooke
Er.
you

chopped
two letters off
you've changed
(so have I)
but I want to know
why my body still
skips a beat or a whole
bone when I hear about

you.

i've worried for too long over
the things I cannot control
so today will be the last
time I write about

you.
(c) Brooke Otto

Until I'm better.
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