WITH CONTRIBUTIONS FROM MULTIPLE POETS
You don't cut, your wrists are fine.
If I was dumb enough to cut my wrists I'd have been caught by now.
You're not anorexic, I've seen you eat.
How much, really?
You're not depressed, you smile all the time.
Yeah, because acting and lying aren't things.
You can't have anxiety, you talk to so many people.
Its funny how you see me talking, but don't see the panic attacks.
You have a good life. There's no reason to be sad.
You're part of the reason why I'm depressed.
You're not angry, you haven't raised your voice or yelled.
Maybe the voices yelling in my head are so loud I can't do anything
but focus on keeping them quiet.
You're not scarred from your past, you act normal.
If normal is crying for hours at night till tears can't come anymore
and apathy sets in, then yes I'm quite normal.
You are so lucky, it's so easy for you to be good at what you do.
You don't see the intensity of doubt and countless hours of anxiety to
get things to the point they're not too embarrassing to show someone.
You're fine. You aren't depressed, just really sad.
If I'm not depressed, just sad, then why am I here everyday?
Why am I here crying to you when I should be out, living?
God I swear every guy you meet online just wants to bone you.
You say that like its a good thing. All I want is someone I can trust,
someone I can rely on, not someone who wants to bone me.
You have boyfriends from everywhere, india, japan, china...
I have none. These are only friends, the only one I want is you.
Your so strong.
Yea, 'cause going home to cry in a corner, then stuffing my face with ice
cream while watching sad anime is totally legit.
Are you okay?
No I'm not ok. I just want to punch both your eyes out, then cuddle with
you and make out with your face. Then maybe I'll just take a long break
to bawl my eyes out and get rid of all evidence, all but the telltale clue of
how swollen my eyes are
~Creep that Loved You
Come on. You can go to school. You're not sick.
Physically, no. Now mentally...
Why are you so good at everything?
That's because you don't bother to look deeper.
You look fine.
Oh yeah, the red eyes and dark circles just add to my beauty.
I love you.
Yeah, it looked like it when you were 'out' with your 'friends.'
You're so resilient. You've been through so much pain, yet here you are living strong.
That's because every time someone says, are you OK? I just smile and
say I'm fine. But none of them can hear the screaming in my brain saying
I should just die.
You're so beautiful.
No.... The smile is fake, powder covers the circles under my eyes,
mascara makes my eyes look bright and lip stick covers the bite marks
on my lips from where I chew through them when I'm anxious, or
panicking, or being asked questions. You would be repulsed by the
You're such a talented poet.
If writing down my deepest darkest dreams, nightmares, fantasies and
memories, make me a good poet, then yes. But all I write is the thoughts
that scream to come out or my head will explode.
~The Girl Who Loved You
You have never felt real pain, you are a man not a wuss.
The worst pain hits you in the heart not in the head... Whats a man
without pride, whats a man without a name?
Get over her bro, shes just one girl.
One girl that I chose to love out of the 7 billion other people in the
Open up your heart to new people new things.
What's the point in meeting people, when in the end they all just leave?
You aren't alone.
I'm not alone? You lie through your teeth, where where you when I sold
my soul to the devil and condemned myself to the abyss?
We are proud of you always, son.
Words I've never heard, just the echoes of my parents inside my head.
You live a great life.
That's not the message the untouched prescribed sleeping pills and ecstasy portray.
~Tapiwa Gerald Mateko
You're so patient.
On the outside yes, in the recesses of my mind I'm screaming my
head off... waiting for something that will never happen.
Who cares about the others? You're not like them you're different.
What if I don't want to be different? What If I want to curl up into a
ball and pretend I don't think I'm failing you every moment of the day.
Life's not fair.
Well maybe it's time it should be. Maybe it's time for us to stop
thinking that we deserve more because that's all we've ever known.
Maybe it's our job to MAKE life fair.
Forget it, move on.
I don't want to. Shouldn't everyone be able to hold onto the things they
hold close? If they were holding it close it meant something and if it
meant something good then it's worth fighting for.
No. This time I won't be quiet because I sit here and I listen to what you
say every day; you treat whoever you want however you want and that
is not your right. Everyone has an opinion. I want to share mine.
You're so confident.
Only because you do not see the pain and turmoil it causes me
inside, and the sores inside my cheeks to keep from crying.
Why are you shaking? It's not even cold.
Because I'm scared, scared of scenarios untrue.
You're not sad, you look so happy.
Tell that to the guys who keep pointing all my flaws, and laughing
about it, leaving me speechless because I have nothing to say in return.
You're such a good writer.
And look how handy that is, won't ever shut them up for good.
You still have so much to live for.
To keep living like this, might be considered anything but living. You're
all too perfect for this world, but you know what? My body can't keep
living in a different place my soul is.
~A Sad Sam
Chill out man, it's just a couple people.
To me, three people is like three thousand people. Their voices circulate
in my head and drive me crazy until I can't help but break down. You're
right, I should definitely just chill out because I don't know anything
about the disorder that brings a constant burden to my days.
Why are you so antisocial? Get off the computer and do something productive for once
Try the fact that everybody that surrounds me makes me feel like the life
I live isn't worth living and the comfort of understand people on the
internet keeps me sane.
You're so lazy.
Don't you dare start on that, because every ******* day I wake up and
breathe despite my lungs collapsing in on themselves from all the
pressure people give me, and every single day I do the work I'm told to
do and I'm trying my hardest but I'm fighting a war with myself and it
takes up every ounce of energy I have left. Don't you dare tell me that
I'm lazy when every day I take all the strength I have to keep on living.
They had never met, didn’t know each other’s name --
Yet their eyes were already making love.
You can't really love someone you've never met.
He's the first thing on my mind when I open my eyes, the last
thing I think about before I go to sleep, he's in my thoughts all
the moments in between, his face takes away the nightmares and
fills all my dreams. How is this not love?
Just forget about her and move on.
How am I supposed to do that, when all I see is her and her
precious qualities I so dearly love in every girl I talk to?
Forgetting is a lot harder to do than finding.
Feel free to add to this in the comments,
and I'll tac it on the end with credits to your screen name.