she’s still waiting
she’s still waiting for that last call you promised
back in July thru a terrible august
she’s still waiting for her best friend to come home
but now all she has is a name on a stone
photo shoots with your hoodie
and you’re not in it
so many sunsets
and you’re not here to enjoy it
gone so young
never got you’re license
celebrate your sweet sixteen
let the balloons go in the wind
hoping that some how they’ll reach you
so unfair
she’s sitting by the window
she’s in your hoodie
but not in you’re arms
where she really wants to be
she’s still waiting for that last call you promised
back in july thru a terrible august
she’s still waiting for her bestie friend to come home
but now all she has is a name on a stone
but at least she has a hoodie to make up for it

My hand moves left to right,
over a blank piece of paper,
smudging what I write.
As my sleeve
absorbs my pens red ink,
The edge of my white sweatshirt
turns a shade of light pink.
"just roll up your sleeves"
I can't, not even a little bit.
It may not seem like a big deal to you,
but that's where I hide my secrets.
You may be okay with sharing yours,
But I try to forget mine exist.
You write your secrets in a diary,
and I write mine on my wrist.

what a load of bull
i wish that was the rule
that we only felt physical pain
i’d take that any day

some of the things that have been said
they constantly replay in my head
i look in the mirror
“talk about chopped”
“you look like a little kid”
“i think you’re gaining”
“your hips are uneven”

there’s been so much worse said
but it’s okay
they’re all just jokes anyway
so don’t take it to seriously
or you **** the party

“talk about chopped”
i wake up two hours early
to do my hair
pick an outfit
but it’s never enough

“you look like a little kid”
i put on layers of makeup
just trying to feel like my age
but i constantly feel like im trapped in a cage

“i think you’re gaining”
yeah i know
my usually flat stomach
is getting some rolls
i’ve already crashed out tho
and i kinda stopped eating
but its ok
i don’t mind it

“your hips are uneven”
gee thanks
that’s so sweet of you
the one thing a like about myself
is something you hate too

i give my self delusional confidence
and fake self-esteem
it sends me on a rush
to where i don’t care
about anything

but then the crash comes
and i realize it wasn’t real
and i try not to cry
i try not to scream
knowing that people only like
the delusionally dazed me

but it’s fine
it’s all just jokes
sticks and stones
i use them to break my skin
and my bones

i deleted him
finally
after a whole year of agony
i deleted our texts
i deleted our pictures
i deleted his contact

i wish i could delete the memory of him
i wish i could delete the moments with him
i wish i could forget how safe i felt with him
i haven’t felt safe in a long time

when i swiped left
to delete our texts
something broke inside of me
and he was the one person i wanted to see in that moment

going through our pictures
hurt something different

and deleting his contact
i think i might’ve screamed
cuz it hit me
he’s really not coming back

apparently he misses me
i wish he would’ve told me before it was too late
but i’m proud of him for keeping no contact
i know it was hard for him too

i’m not angry at him anymore
just hurt
life is magically terrible
love is wonderfully painful

he’s not coming back
but i think im finally ok with that

“please! just tell me what’s wrong! why are you always so angry and distant all the time?!  i’m trying to help you why won’t you let me??!”

“you just wouldn’t understand, this is something i have to deal with on my own”

and then he felt it
the feeling of her trying to break down the conjured barrier around his thoughts
the feeling of her trying to see him the way she can see everyone else

“STOP IT”
he yelled slamming her into the wall without even touching her skin
“STOP TRYING TO GET IN MY HEAD”
the girl that was never afraid now looked completely terrified
he loosens his mental grip he had on her body , looking into her violet eyes and pulls her close
“i’m sorry love”
he whispers
“it’s just too dark in here”

you say you’ll never leave
oh baby, that’s so sweet
but you don’t know a single thing
cuz you’re gonna meet THE girl
she’s gonna be your whole entire world
BUT
she’s gonna hate me
she’s gonna make you choose
and then that’s when you’re gonna leave

now,
i’m staring at my ceiling
trying not to cry
cuz calling you was the only way i got by
sure,
i see you every single day
but we don’t say a single thing
it went stranger, just friends, stranger again
cuz you said you’d never leave

now,
you won’t even look at me
son,
can’t you see it’s destroying me?
i told you i never cry
but lately that’s been such a lie
ever since that awful day
i told you to walk away
because deep down
i started to believe
that you really would always be there for me
i’m so sorry

Monday 9:05 PM
tell ur lil friend to stop texting m* before he ****** me off for answering
+
Yesterday 12:47 PM
hey it was just supposed to be a joke m* didn't have to answer lol that was his choice didn't realize u would get pressed but sorry abt it all it won't happen again
Read Yesterday
AVA!!! has notifications silenced

but then again
i kinda intended for
you to be offended
that he answered me faster
than he even thinks of you

cuz i mean
you took him from me
so excuse me
for feeling a little petty
after he left me
for you

God forbid i liked a boy
and all of this for what?
when everything went down we’d already “broken up”
tell me who i am
cuz i don’t have a choice
all because i liked
a stupid f ing boy

but i’m still kind to you
and you know its true
but you still treat me
like that word that means poo
yet i haven’t told him
a single word you say abt him
since you won’t say it to his face

it’s funny cuz he misses me
which means he’s thinking of me
when he’s avoiding you

oh and when he thinks of you
it’s cuz he wants to break up with you…
and i have screenshot proof

are they staring at me?
laughing at me?
my head hurts
“always in that dang room”
i don’t like me anymore
“get off your phone”
i didn’t eat lunch today
“you’re so skinny”
not enough
“gorgeous girl!”
am i tho?

see ive met THE person
ive known him my whole life
i’ve known it was gonna be him since we were 5
we’re 16 now
and he has a gorgeous girlfriend
of almost a year
i catch him staring often tho
with a look in his eyes
the look tells me that he knows it too
that he knows we’re meant to be
it might explain why he acts like he hates me
but i know he doesn’t
how could he?
especially after all the stolen moments we’ve had
i know he remembers them

she sees him
and her stomach flips

those eyes
and his smile
make her fall more and more

she never seen someone so perfect

he sees her
his heart swells

her gorgeous face
her kind voice
he longs for her

but to him, she deserves someone perfect

i have these voices in my head

with me when i’m awake or in bed
when i’m smiling and happy
they come and break my peace
telling me weird things
that make me lose my ease

they tell me i won’t get better
they tell me i don’t matter
they tell me one day ill be dead
so why not get it over with instead

the voices are evil and cold
but they comfort me when i’m all alone
they tell me to do things to myself
and be sure that no one knows

oh the voices in my head
they walk me to my death