Hurting myself so I can spare the mf who upsets me.

Slept for like 13 hrs.
Missed an appointment.
Woke up too early for the next day.

This is what sad people do. I don't like it either.

If I ever lose my battle,
Just know that I fought.

I tried real hard to be alive,
And my lost is no one's fault.

Say to them the lies I used to tell,
That I'm okay and everything's well.

It was a bad day, wasn't it?

It could've been worst but it was not, so take a rest and let's get it together, shall we?

I was twelve when I asked my mom
"Is 925 sterling silver necklace worth something?"
As seen on the necklace I received;
From a boy I never noticed.

My mom responded,
"Depends on how you are treated after receiving such thing."

I never looked at things the same way,
Ever again.

Tonight, I'll write a story that will never be read and speak of words that will never be said. Like you, I'll try to survive, to live just as if I'm alive.

Go anywhere.
Do anything that makes you happy.
Love proudly.
Say it profoundly.

I like colors, pens and pillows.
But they said you have to love blades, knives, and poison and **** everything in between.

The least you could do, is uncross your heart. Unhope to die.

I'm sure you'll realize that there are some people you'll never see again.

At least, not in the same way.

Pretend to be asleep to avoid conversations and unwanted interactions.

Just because one doesn't bend over to meet your expectations doesn't give you the liberty to break them a million times to fit the mold.

Late nights are for those who can't be true to themselves in broad daylight.

I'm not afraid anymore of the sound I make inside the public comfort room whenever I take a ***. It's normal, I tell myself, you're doing okay.

I don't hide behind my hair anymore whenever I ride the transit. They're not looking at you, I tell myself, you're doing alright.

I don't whisper my stories in the corridor anymore. Speak normal, I tell myself, you're doing fine.

Today, I decided not to hide behind closed doors, not to chew every people's reaction into my head and stop playing their opinions on my ipad.

Today, I will go out there, wear my loveliest dress and be like a field of sunflowers-- beautiful and satisfying.
I'm gonna wear my skin and my skin will be the prettiest of them all.

I am beautiful, I tell myself, that's better.

I guess the pain is comfortable.

Be the kind of damsel who doesn't need a prince to be freed from the tower, the kind who saves herself instead.

No one's gonna do it for you, ***.
Do it for your **** self.

I was not good to the last person I loved so I punished my heart, let it break and bleed 'til the last shred of blood it can give to water my regrets that'll grow into such beautiful smiles of pain.

Feed your sadness with poems that bleed, so you'll stop bothering your wrists.

They wake up very morning, dress up and go out just like everyone else.
They go to work with empty heads and empty hearts.
No, they smile, too.
Doing the same things in circles.

Day in and day out, you go to the same place and do more or less of the same thing for way too little money or credit.

We forget.
We no longer dream.
We just wander.

Coffee no longer wakes me up.

That's how sad I've been.

She forgot, sometimes, she could make her own choices.

It’s just that these days, there hasn’t been much in my life to praise.

"You know I have to put you on suicide watch", he said.

What, so you can watch me die instead?

I was sad. I saw the future and, in it, I am alive.

This is me. This is how I feel, and I'm not sorry.

You know I could write hundreds of poems about how lovely you are, and you would prolly say I'm right but you'd still continue your diet.

Please, stop.

You look happy,
but not the kind of happy you pretend to be.

More like social media-type of happy, and it's not a good thing to look at.

You're not a good thing to look at.

And since when have you been living in the conformity that cussing is a measure of education?

Your freckles are one of too many constellations built
in your galaxy.

You may not understand,
As no galaxies are alike.

Don't try so hard to cover them.

Maybe self-love is allowing yourself to cry as much as you want to.

Every minute we spend trying, is a minute that we do not have.
Make it worth your while.

Sad by default.

The sound of the rain at night is so soothing,
like how you sound at 3am, when you talk about the things you love.

I tend to forget everything when you start speaking.

She needed a little rain to forget about her tears.

You handled her feelings like how the clouds handled the rain.

So, she took what's left hoping something goes right.

I was alone, but I was happy and I think that was the most important point of it all.

To them, it's just another day.
To me, it's another battle I need to surpass.

I do not love myself today.
And maybe that's okay.

I'm definitely not good with words, and i don't always know what to say but I'll write about you all day.

Looking like angels,
Living like devils.

Dating me is left-over pizza at 2 a.m.
Hope you don't care.

Built you up just to let me down.

one day you're okay
next day, you're dead

Lies after lies.

Make art out of your pain, and let it be beautiful.