Wow, what even is this?
Terrible, terrible.
Why do you even bother, it’s no good
Thanks, now get out.
I admit I’m not the next Frost
I may not even be the next anyone.
So, without further ado, I’m sorry.
I apologize.
I’m sorry Blake, Burns, Wordsworth.
I’m sorry Poe, Frost, Ginsburg.
I’m sorry Plath, Petersen, Bremer.
I’m sorry Church, Winter, Dychkowski.
I don’t measure up, I don’t even rhyme
Selfishness is my reason for this
Feelings on paper and thoughts in obscurity
All written without form, no scheme
Is it real if it doesn’t make sense?
I’m not stopping, no, I’ll persevere
But I offer up these apologies to those who are poets
Somehow I got labeled with you
Somehow I ended up here.
Poetry. My one stay. An escape I can always turn to.
I’m sorry.
My apologies.
Forgive my excuse.

you’ve broken me 
you wrapped your hands around my throat
and whispered your words of malign, pulling my hair
cutting my tongue 

there’s no escaping you, old friend of mine
but I lost you in the tremors of my mind
used to be filled with beauty, kindness and grace
but I don’t even recognise your face

I look at you with disgust 
and you look back at me with revulsion 
I clench my fist, you clench yours 
now, shards of glass are on the floor

Hello Love I'm breaking up with you
tired of all the little things you do
and I'm telling you now cause I'm feeling blue.
You might return, but I don't think so
can't believe what you choose to show
not that you say what I already know.
Forget you loved me
time moves on you'll soon see
that some love isn't meant to be.
Goodbye my inner demon so divine
hey Pauline I won't let you shine
I'm taking this broken reflection as my sign.

Your not good enough,
Especially not for him.
Your too difficult,
Not worth his time.
He doesn't love you,
Never has,
Never will.
Why would he?
Have you looked in the mirror,
Ugly
Fat
Gross.
You pathetic
Worthless
*******.
Why should he love you?
You're nothing.
Nothing but an object,
A *** toy,
A play thing.
For him to use,
And throw away.
You're not worth it.

baby my body is a masterpiece
my scars are a work of art
every battle and every victory
has had its own important part

my legs were my canvas
my blades were the paint
by night I was Picasso
and by day I was a saint

Some days I wear a smile
Fake as I may be
As those days come fewer
And pain persists
The empty feeling moving in
Nesting daily
To notice a person's pain is one thing
To change another
To understand is simply impossible
None know
Our hearts all beat so differently
Our pain unique
But all our days are as equally painful
If born of self hate

when you're born a girl.
But don't feel like one.
When you are forced to go swimming and expose your body.
The one that causes all the pain and dysphoria.
Oh how much it ***** having boys staring at your *****.
When you want to be one of them.

she writes on her arm
as a physical method to disarm

she believes this way she can fix the problem
she doesn't think she is awesome

"the words will sink deeper" she tells herself
she's putting the true conflict on a shelf

the words she wrote are just material
she doesn't know her true issue is spiritual

she needs to look deep inside
stop letting her demons hide

they will destroy her slowly
she won't know where her mind is going

suffering on the inside is the worst
one day soon, she is going to burst

it's awful to pass a mirror and want to look away
it seems my love for myself has gone astray

I blame myself for everything I do
even the rights don't hear a "woo!"

"it's okay" you say
but I know I messed up in some way

my mind is twisted, I can't think straight
my most dominant feeling is self-hate