Life is a hell,
Just not as hot,
It still has the demons,
It still has its pains.
I look through the window,
I peak through the mirror,
I seek an answer,
I seek another.
I find an answer,
I find a person,
I ask her name,
I eat peperspray.
She walks along the corridor
"Freak"
"Nerd"
"Fat"
"Ugly"
She's crying
She wants to go
Anywhere,
Anywhere at all
She walks into an empty classroom
And collapses into the first chair
"Weirdo"
"Loner"
She cries
Hitting her head against the desk
"GET OUT
LEAVE ME ALONE"
Insults keep on throwing themselves
at her.
She stands up and
leans her head against the window
Stares at the sun until her eyes hurt
Until her head hurts
"You're disgusting"
"You're horrible"
Interrupted by
A knock on the door
And a group of girls walk in
"You ok?"
"We were looking for you"
"Why did you go running off like that?"
She stands up str
What am I supposed to say? by TheMeTheyDontSee, literature
Literature
What am I supposed to say?
What am I supposed to say?
I've only met you just this day.
You want my secrets all to be told.
That seems extremely bold.
Secrets I've only told to one.
This cannot be so easily done.
You say you'll help, but is that true?
I don't see what talking can do.
Maybe the pills will change my brain.
Can't really hurt when you're going insane.
I'll tell when I can. Just some insight.
Even that, it seems, is a fight.
I don't think you'll ever know it all.
I've built up such a strong wall.
I don't like how much I lie,
But I promise that I will really try.
Your Guardian Angel by FireXkiraxcosplay, literature
Literature
Your Guardian Angel
Suicidal thoughts run through her head,
More than a mile a minute.
Trapped inside her own head,
A prisoner to her own mind.
She feels so alone,
The touches of hate lingering.
Scars from herself and others,
Stain her skin next to tears.
Her hand is held,
By what appears to be an angel.
Eyes are green,
Hands big enough to keep her's safe.
He wraps his arms around her,
And protects her from herself.
He bends down and tells her something,
He whispers the foreign words "You're beautiful."
That Little Girl
I wonder where she is now
The little girl I used to be
Her heart was torn and stifled
by hands that hate but could not see
She's gone! She's gone! She must be
She never can return
I will not let her back
She's weak, She never learned
This world, so cruel, it tainted her
Made her who I am today
a ray of light now darkened
so dormant she shall lay
I'm stronger, tougher, wiser
But in the darkest hour
that girl returns with sorrow
that bud has room to flower
But I won't let it grow, I'm strong
I won't be weak anymore
But sometimes I'll just sit and wonder
What is all this for?
I just had an anxiety attack.
Felt like I needed to tear my skin off.
I needed something in my hands. Anything.
Maybe a knife would do the trick. Yeah, a knife.
I'm reading a book now. It's about suicide.
It isn't helping me very much. Shocker.
I'm going insane, I can feel it in me.
I know that everyone else knows.
I can't control myself, that's what.
I'm driving myself insane. I'm crazy.
I'm driving myself to the edge, to the end.
I wonder what the end is like? I want to see it.
My mind is so scattered. I can hardly focus.
What is wrong with me? I can't think now.
My hands are shaking, I can't breathe.
It'd be better if I stop
now I'm thinking
that the moon's smarter than me:
she's in love with the earth
but keeps her distance,
keeps moving,
keeps living.
I lose my orbit
when you're not around,
and I find myself without gravity,
waiting for you all night
when I know you'd rather be
somewhere else.
Poetry alights on my heart like dew.
I wake up on a cloud
and the silver lining is my sun
shooting insight into my star-crossed eyes.
I swallow it with a dose of daydreams:
take as often as needed,
which is often as much as the Milky Way wants,
The cosmic doctor comes to visit
laughs at my insecurities
and cries at my confidence
and spins me around on my axis
until my cloud settles on my skin
where I'm fallen and nestled in bleary morning wildflowers
And the supergiant gone critical
and the moisture sapped from oceans of hope
photosynthesizes
in my verdant blanket.
I burrow deeper
into waking aether
pluck a quill from a dazzle-bird drifting