She was lost
And she didn't know what she felt
Anymore, she was happy
One minute and sad the next.

She would never tell
Anyone how she felt, she
Kept everything to herself because she
Didn't want to trouble others.

She stopped looking
At the mirror because their words
"Ugly" and "fat" among others would
Ring in her ears.

She had lost so much
And gained so little. She felt
That she wasn't enough for the others
As well for herself.

She would laugh
And she would smile but
Deep down she knew the laughter
Was empty and those smiles
Were a lie.

She started tainting
Her wrists with lines of crimson red,
Hoping that it would relieve
Her of her mental pain.

She wanted to escape
Their vicious remarks and their
Constant attacks, she wanted all the
Pain to be gone.

She deserved to live
Just as much as you and I do,
But the hate and cruelty around her
Suffocated her to death.

Dear Fearless Writers--Fighters,

Never in my life
Have I felt such an
Embrace
By those both
Like-minded &
Inspiring

I've written more since
Joining you all
Than I ever have before
I hope to publish
My works in time
Thanks to you
HelloPoetry

Thank you to Eliot &
To the rest as well,

c

i remember
gettin' kinkykinky in the backseat
while your friend drives
illumined shoulderblades in the dimmers
your step daddy doesn't have much
say in us running away since you're 18

your mommy never loved me
and how i don't normally fit in things

told me you'd be going to school
in Kirtland, but i'm missing out
on how thick you're getting
for the waving tiers of succulence
belting in your stomach
profusion of feelings confusing your tongue

Love me some more
pour your heart and i’ll pour in mine
you live near an airport
and i hear the low laboring growl
of some jets casting shadows over our heads

in bed with you in the afternoon
smearing the pink sunset
our low hanging blood keeping us
sleepy seedy and awaiting the frosty night
to come again
love me some more

let the gusts do their dance through
the windows
and let the towers of today fall

feels like putting my hand
on something sharp kinda day
invincible temporary, of course
fight the system on a february dawn

where the lamp's lambent spheres
bob in and out of existence
as the sunshine overcomes their presence

first kiss with you, like hands
dancing in the fires
trying to stay warm in the winter light
an ogre of a dream, a curse to be this shadow

compared to the glow of an angel like you

feeling kind of fruity
touch your skin up and down
kind of silly funny
breathing waving fanning
panting pajamas on the floor
*** and then talking about pokemon
and programming all at the same time
what a helluva time to keep the tumor
of existence lowkey

scooping blood instead of depression
out of my heart whenever i check
why im feeling so giddy