alone depression
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Just hug me
Pet me like a bunny
I feel safe in your arms
No harm can be done
A barrier you provide
To external harm
7/14/13
Every day
In every way
Every person
Earns their stripe
Whether struggle
Or battle lost
Risen up
Or falling down
Every step
7/07/13
A troubled past
Lessons learned
Drenched in pain
Gained strength
Years have come
Years have gone
Everyday
A fresh new start
"Pray for me!"
I cry to thee,
for I have killed
and have decieved.
I am a murderer of hope.
Though He hs unceaed,
I do not believe.
I am a liar
I’m not as okay as I said I was
I’m taking the pills, I promise
But I still feel like there’s not
Much you can do for me now.
Kindergarten first day I was late,
Doesn’t play well with others.
First grade Mother’s Day,
I can’t read,
Maybe I should be held back,
Second grade, JK—
Rowling lit a light inside,
I felt his tiny hands tug lightly to the hem of my skirt
“What do you want?”
“Solitude”
“I’m busy”
His dainty fingers curled around my own
“What do you want?”
“Repose”
“I have no time”
The night seems so darkAnd the day is no differentWhen there is no safe havenNo place to call homeNo place where someone cares
Water me as I am a fire,
Water me as I'm close to burn the bridges,
Water me before I fall as I'm standing on the thinnest ice,
Water me before its too late,
Don't let me down,
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In a dark dungeon.
Screams and cries-
echoing off the black walls.
Normalcy turned freak.
Unanswered panic.
Heart beating out.
Crying bloody, bloody murder.
Mommy, theres demons in my head.
I see them when I sleep.
Every time these thoughts go by
inside my head they creep.
They see me when i'm happy.
They best know me when i'm sad.
I suffer from a chemical embalance
Every day is a struggle
To live, To fight
Somedays I can open my eyes
It's no longer dark
I can see the light shining on me
I can see I'm not truly alone
At day she’s a
Heart stopper
Eye opener
Heart breaker
Breath taking
Beautiful disaster
i hear it
the sound of tighting rope around my neck
put there by my peers who hope to bring me down
to take me to a dark place
where light and joy can no longer reach me
Years of feeling empty, useless and lonely,
Feeling “IT” consume me,
The Internet being my therapist, typing into Google from “what is “IT”” “ways to self-harm” “how to study while feeling empty”,
The door is shut again
I'm the one that shut it.
They are the ones that started it
How can you live in a home like this?
I can't, so I shut the door.
