this girl in my eyes is close to perfection
she’ll say she’s far from it
but i’ll just look at her face
i’ll see how strong she is
how she smiles
i’ll hear her laugh
her cry
and i’ll stand there with her
not expressing my attraction
but letting our friendship express some of it
sure she isn’t perfect
but i’ve accepted her flaws

People will look at the red lines on my wrist
and the tears lurking behind the mask
and they will continue on
not caring
not offering help
when I need it most
I’m slowly slipping
missing every single ledge
I grabbed one
but my fingers got too tired to hold on
and I’ve given up
I don’t know how to stop
I can't do it anymore
I’ve lost hope and I don’t know how to get it back
I’m being eaten from the inside
and no one can see it
it’s not worth it
I’m not worth it
no one would care
I’m not strong enough

it’s okay to not be okay.
you can say what you want.
But it’s just not your day.
You can say you fine,
but you know it’s fake
people ask what the want and you smile and wave,
but for their sake
you try to be positive.
Which sometimes hurts.
but sometimes there is the flicker
of happiness and laughter.
But when it’s over you realize.
you’re alone.
And you’re not okay.
And that’s okay.

Artist
he had always wanted to be an artist
except he practiced it
with his wrist as the canvas
his blood as the paint
and scissors, knives, and pencils
as the paintbrushes