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She cried as she slashed at her skin,
It wasn’t the razor that hurt her but the feeling of sin.
She wished she didn’t have to do this,
But how else would she feel bliss?
She cried as she slashed at her skin,
It wasn’t the razor that hurt her but the feeling of sin.
She wished she didn’t have to do this,
But how else would she feel bliss?
She cried as she slashed at her skin,
It wasn’t the razor that hurt her but the feeling of sin.
She wished she didn’t have to do this,
But how else would she feel bliss?
If words were swords,
would we watch what we say?
Or chuck them at others who stand in our way?
What if they cut as deep as a blade?
How long would we make it?
How red would the carpet be?
Recuerda ayer
Recuerda los viejos tiempos
Recuerda lo que solíamos decir
Recuerda las jugadas
Roses, flowers and bouquets
Love, Honor, Peace and Respect
Verses, poems and literature
I’ll start slow and easy ‘cause you see
I’m new to this, like, ranting’s breezy
But rapping about things can get too cheesy
I’m no Eminem but I’m not even Yeezy
Or Lin Manuel Miranda- that guy’s the OG
Self-censorship and feigned ignorance:
any extent to inhibit inquisition
into the legitimacy of sentience,
Embody universally intimate commitment to an intricate religion
I don’t take in food
But you don’t expect it from me
Not underweight or obese
You tell me I’m not fat
Deep down, I already know that
The world is loud.
And busy.
Everyone pushing to get to the same places
They rush by and life passes them by like the blur of faces
The only difference between you and me is I get stuck
In the in between.
September 3rd
Maybe I'd always been broken inside.
Perhaps the image I projected of myself was nothing but a wisp in the wind
An outspoken thought driven by false assumptions of myself.
Sheltered with only a few windows
Those in which are covered with plastic
Nothing comes in, nothing goes out
Except for those bright rays of sunshine in which you sit to feel warm
Depression.
Today it's a common as water,
Found in most teenagers living in this era.
Depression runs in my family.
My mom, my sister, me.
My mom overcame it
My sister is complicated,
Cover my eyes so I may see no Evil,Cover my eyes so I may not see you.But your Love keeps me tied to you like some unwanted tether,A Golden Lasso of something I no longer wish to have.
My dreams are dark,
My moods are depressing.
I feel so distressed amidst all of this,
I feel haunted when I lay to bed,
I feel disturbed when I'm wide awake,
No peace for me on both ends,
A girl just the age of seven
Encountered a man
He said "This will be heaven"
Sneaking into her room at night after her mom was in bed
Again and again, broken down and violated in her bed
I wasn’t reasonably certain with the thoughts in my head Somehow in my head, it occasionally reminded me of my most recent nightmares Just because I was alone they came to me
Dear Sister,
In the corner of my eye
I see little white lies,
Though they're disguised
I don't mind.
I let them by.
And the rooms in this house
As a young teenager,
I had a corrupted sense of wholeness.
Shallow people was my drug;
discontent was my side effect.
When the lense cannot focus
And your shoulders cannot hold up the universe
When your mind cannot control
Your mouth to speak your troubles
It’s nice to feel listened to
It’s nice to feel you’re heard.
And with the art of poetry,
My paper hears every word.
This art of mine, uses lines
To illuminate emotions.
Poetry has taught how one expresses their feelings without speaking.
Rainy weather is the best weather.
It shows that even the sky cries.
A memory, a call,
of times lost long ago.
Of laughter that will always fall
that day not long ago.
We missed the sign
that could have changed
this rhyme to better times,
Introduction
Do not pity me
I got myself into this
I’ll write myself out
Beginning
Lines on a clean page
I have this horrible tendency to love people
Whose ankles are half-sunken in quicksand
Beneath the weight of their minds
You have a beautiful mind
The piercing of the gunshot and the race between my heart and mind is on
And just like the pounding of running feet on the pavement, my heart is racing
But it is the only thing I can hear
These thoughts don’t stop
Won’t stop
Can’t stop
Never stop
These thoughts make me do things
Things I wouldn’t normally do
I appear to be stuck in my own mind.
It's been this way for as long as I've lived,
Hidden in dreams, pretending to be kind.
Overreacting I'm not that deprived,
But I've realized I'm not the only one.
This is an ode to the quiet suicide attempts; the suicide attempts that never existed to anyone else, the silent aching and scrubbing bloodstained nails with soap and raw hands and binning the evidence.
When I look back on that day, it is as if I am looking through the eyes of someone else.
The throbbing in my wrist, aching disappointment in my chest, and numbness of my mind does not belong to me.
I saw the stars
for the first time in
a while.
Was it you
shining down on me?
I've never seen them
so clearly
in this sad and busy
city.
My companion anxiety
It is time for you to go
You're not welcome here anymore
But this you already know
Reasoning with you doesn't work
Neither begging nor pleading
You go away only to return
Do you know?
I don't.
Someone has to.
Not me though!
I don't know.
Maybe you do,
Can you tell me?
I've been trying to understand,
But I haven't figured it out yet.
If you know,
I'm sure I dream every night,
I'm sure I dream every day.
I'm sure my dreams are not right,
I'm sure they'll never be okay.
I'm dreaming right now!
Of a paradise, miles high,
Dear God,
Or
Maybe not so
Dear.
Where are you?
Where have you been?
It feels like I’ve been on “Read”
forever.
Where were you?
Dear Friends,
I choked on a nosebleed in the middle of the night.
Coughing, I started up out of bed,
Suffering.
Words flow like the river
Mind sways like a flower
And you have always been told "knowledge is power"
But when your mind is your weakness, what is your power?
Words are racing but your mind is blank
Dear irrational insecurities,
Only a parasite that thrives, a ghost
Unbelieving of complements and praise
How could you let me down?
My dear brain,
your power is so immense
But you lash out on me.
Why me?
For once let me have one thought
one idea
Well, well, well
Look what we have here,
A girl who is useless and overwhelmed with fear.
I may be quite the criticizing one,
But at least I know how to get the job done.
You screwed up,
Can't keep a diary
when there's no such thing as privacy
It hurts
Trapped in my body trapped in my head
Who's keeping us together?
Baby boy stops her from shattering
