I used to imagine people who self-harmed
as crazy people
"you're making yourself bleed?"
"you purposely put yourself in pain?"
I used to ask

I would cringe
thinking about it

who knew a few years later
that would be me?
who knew that would be me
making myself bleed?
who knew that would be me
putting myself in pain on purpose?

who ******* knew?

I’m doing it
I’m finally doing it
But please don’t say
you’re proud of me
Please don’t say
you’re happy for me
Because then I will feel
Like I’m doing it for
You
Not for
Me

All I want you
To say is
Good

If she kills herself
Because of your words
Because of your actions
Is it still considered suicide?
Or can it be called what it is?
A homicide.

The day is over.
The sun is setting,
Darkness is coming.

Yellow fades to orange and pink.
The sky turns a light blue,
The day is over.

The moon peeks behind the clouds,
The stars are starting to twinkle.
Darkness is coming.

The sun is leaving,
while the bright blue turns deep.
The day is over.

It slips away,
The light has faded.
Darkness is coming.

Life is the day,
Death is the night.
The day is over.
Darkness is coming.

I’m an imposter
I’m a phony
I’m faker than Barbie

I claim to be a perfectly fine teenager; I’m an imposter.
I say there is nothing wrong; I’m a phony.
I smile all the time; I’m faker than Barbie.

I'm just one big
l i e

happiness hit me
like a bus
it's my fault
for not looking both ways