#impliedselfharm
dead dead dead
don’t look at me like that
don’t pierce me with your cruel eyes
i don’t need you to see me like this
cornered
guts clenching with the cold hard guilt
hiding behind a plastic smile
dead inside
i say to myself
over and over
“Everything will be alright”
“Everything will be fine”
but i’m hurtling through the dark murk
with the blinders on
can’t see
dead dead
i see my hands
cold
gray
skeletal
my thin wrists
pale
scarred
though not so much as my legs
(i try to hide my pain)
i’m jumping from dream to shining dream
i can’t stoop to smell the roses,
though they are quite pretty
i can’t make myself
can’t take my half closed eyes off the haze
for even a second
i know you see me like this (as much as you can tell)
and i don’t like it
look elsewhere
it’s none of your business anyway
let me keep my own company
of plastic smiles
and dead eyes
and the cold hard twist
of the dagger of guilt in my stomach
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 10:17 PM UTC
I wonder what I’ll blame it on this time.
Thorns in the woods?
No… they’re too high up for that.
Maybe I just tripped and fell?
Nah. That’s just stupid
What about the cat?
…
That might work
They’ll have to heal and fade before I let my parents see them…
I guess they’ll find out the truth sooner or later.
I don’t want to drag them into this
I don’t want them to treat me differently…
I definitely don’t want to tell the therapist.
But the way things are going…
May end badly...
If i’m not careful.
Something needs to change,
But I don’t want it to.
I don’t want to see the disappointment and fear
In their faces
In their voices
I don’t want them to treat me like i’m going to break at the slightest touch
I don’t want them to worry about me
They have enough to worry about.
I just have to be careful,
And maybe everything will turn out ok.
I hope it will.
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 11:07 AM UTC
I bite my cheek and pinch my arm
In a place that mom cant see
“Why are you so pissy today?”
“You’re such a drag to be around
when you act like this”
She says
“sorry”
I say
Instead of the retort that comes to my mind:
‘So are you on the days you’re mad,
When you’re done with everyone’s ****
But i know that will earn me an even bigger glare
A clenching of teeth
And a good ol’ grounding
So i sit quietly brooding and fuming and say simply
“sorry”
sorry im not good enough for you
sorry i have feelings unlike you
sorry im
not
enough
“How are you?”
Asks my good friend via text
“Pretty good hbu” i reply with vision blurred from tears
The marks i clawed into my arm still burning
“Dinner’s ready!”
Yells someone upstairs
“I’ll be up in a sec!”
I reply
Hastily pulling down my sleeve
and wiping away the messy makeup around my eyes
‘Whelp’
I think to myself
‘I hope they dont notice’
They dont
And if they do they dont mention it
For which im grateful
I dont feel like launching into a discussion that typically ends with me a blubbering mess
Anytime we have that discussion anyway
I know we need another one,
But i just cant bring myself to reveal anything
That might make them think somethings wrong with me
So for now ill just
Smile
And keep saying
“sorry”
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 9:13 PM UTC