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Leah Carr Dec 2021
Happy 18th birthday

I hope your day is happy
Even though mine isn't
29/12/21
Leah Carr Sep 2021
Can you see it in my eyes when you look at me?
Can you see it in my scars that cover my skin?
Can you tell, when you glance at this little girl?
Do you know that I'm an abuser?
Leah Carr Aug 2021
I wish it was quiet
Not silent, just quiet
Wish my heart would stop
Drumming
Beating
Pulsing
Pumping
Through my fragile skull

I wish it was peaceful
Not still, but peaceful
Wish the words would stop
Flying
Flitting
Zooming
Crowding
Around inside my battered brain

I wish it would stop
Not just pause, stop.
Stop moving
Stop talking
Stop hurting
Stop everything
I need it all to  s. t. o. p.
Leah Carr May 2021
Look at me
What am I doing?
Agreeing to leave home
at age 14
Not part of a family anymore

Look at me
What am I doing?
Not trusted to make a single move
But trusts no-one
on the outside

Look at me
What am I doing?
Controlled and locked up
By a part of my own mind
I'm helpless
I can't fight you

Look at me
What am I doing?
Trying to figure out
Who I am
what I am
How long I have left...
Robin Bulmer Apr 2021
Is this all really me or did I adopt this ideology.
Something comforting about my misery, my head ruled by corrupt democracy
Nothing ventured so nothing gained. Nothing tried so nothing strained.
Leah Carr Mar 2021
You hate me
But you don't
But you do
Three of the same
But so vastly different

Which was the first?
Which is the last?
The questions reverberate around my head.
Can a circle have a beginning?

One friend, two abusers
One kind, two bitter
One forgiving, two vengeful

Does each of you know about the others?
Or do you exist in solitude and isolation?

I guess I'll never understand
Zack Ripley Feb 2021
I don't know where I began.
I don't know where I'll end.
But I don't need to.
I know where I am right now.
I'm with friends. I'm with you.
And to me, that's a pretty
great place to be.
CJDaisy Feb 2021
Who is this stranger,
that looks like me; only she's a bird that escaped,
because no one could cage her.

Who is this outlander?
Who walks the halls of a high school,
without caring
about their menacing laughter.

Who is this foreigner?
Surely, she isn't here to stay.
This tiny speck of potential,
chills my bones like winter.

I am not a shape-shifter,
I am not a life-changer.
Go away rifter,
go away stranger.
In the mirror, she stares at me like she knows me, but I can't return that gaze.
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