#170
"So how are ya?"
Fine, I guess. I've been feeling really good and rlly happy the past weeks, but I'm so anxious. Like everything I built will just collapse and make me fall in a dark hole again. I actually didn't self-harm for over a month, so I'm kinda proud of myself.
Sep 1, 2019
Sep 1, 2019 at 3:22 PM UTC
This coffin
I inhabit
Floats along the nonexistence
Of space
And time
In such a way as to make me forget what comfort ever was
Days become eons
Trapped in a box reeking of death and lacking in emotion
I become nothing more than a trained chimp
Acting out "living" as I see actual humans do
all for a few measly peanuts
yes oh yes I wouldn't mind if this rolling coffin crashed and burned if for nothing more than to end this surreal nightmare of not existing
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 6:37 PM UTC
One evening I was walking home,
nice dress and heels stomping pavement
of the moonlit streets in my home city.
I've got something you'd love to grab onto, babe.
Catcall. It's not a compliment. It's demeaning.
He says ***** but all I seem to hear is
strong. daring. opinionated. outspoken.
Because that's what he's saying
when I stand up for myself.
when I act outside the roles of a "good" woman.
What he hope, with a five letter word,
is that I'll shut up, sit down, be seen and not heard.
because that's what being a woman is:
suppressed.
So, thank you sir, because all you've really done
is given me a reason to fight harder
a purpose to speak louder
and a way to stand taller.
"I've got something you'd love to grab onto, babe."
"What a shame... I forgot my tweezers."
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 3:26 PM UTC