If only you could see

The girl behind

the perfectly perfect

forced smiles

the girl who cries alone

in her bedroom

longing for something

anything

to make it all better

if only you could see the girl behind

the bright eyes and peefect clothes

the girl who dosent feel loved

if only you could see the

girl behind the scenes

where she just needs a hug

and a reasurring voice

to tell her

that is is o...

Tear

Tear

Tear me to pieces

Tear

Tear me to pieces

My scars are bleeding

Screaming and pleading

Kill me if needed

Lay me to rest right next to my demons

Walking inside

Where there is no light

In the dark with no hope in sight

In the dark where no one can hear my cries

Tear me to pieces

Kill me I’m pleading

I bring no purpose to life

Just let me die

I too tired to f...

If you saw a teenage girl

Skinny lean,

Brown skin the color of melting wood

Orange eyes, dull, eyebags underneath

A turtleneck jacket, her face half hidden in the thing

Voice quiet, getting loud then ended abruptly

Eyes twitching as though she didn’t know where to look

Would you give her a dollar if she asked?

Would you trust her enough to dig into your wallet while she’s standing there, watchin...

14 years old is not very old.

14 years old is not old enough

To be shooting up a school

To be killing 4 human beings

To be in jail

14 years old is not very old.

And yet

When I see the news

There was another school shooting

And the culprit was a child.

What is this cruelty that we’ve been taught

As students in schools

And children in homes

Homes that should be teaching kindness

What does this ...

(Draft #17, thx Rose Bud for suggesting this to me.)

14 years old

Is not very old.

Most people just started high school

And some are still in eighth grade.

14 years of age

Still makes you a child.

And yet-

And yet…

Yesterday I saw a post

Online

Of a girl.

She was grinning like the happiest person on earth.

The description went something like,

‘My daughter never ceases to amaze me.’

My parent...

When the medicine,

Was as sweet as sugar.

We had just lost her,

And hell had to be seen.

Eyes closed and head bowed,

Feeding each other sadness.

Adding to our heart’s stress,

All happiness shadowed.

Trying to feel human,

But coming up short.

Agony holding court,

And I am not part of this Ken.

Not walking apart,

But always hurting.

Changed from a king,

To off the chart.

..,

Love you R

…

🖤...

Can you feel it?

Can you feel the tears streaming down my face as my head is on your shoulders

Can you feel my whole body tensing up

Can you feel my hands starting to sweat underneath the comfort of your palm

Can you feel my breaths getting faster and faster

Can you feel it?

Can you feel how hard I’m trying to not cry?

I feel like it’s obvious

I can imagine the whole room can hear my hear...

I haven’t grown since I was in sixth grade.

I thought I had,

I wanted to believe that,

But if anything,

I’m worse off,

Or just unchanged.

I forget every now and then,

Because I guess egotistical is my natural state,

But every now and then someone reminds me,

That I’m doing something wrong,

That I haven’t changed.

So I will change.

I will put on a new face just as I have done before,

Because I gue...

One year today, since we got eachother.

Your words, a lifeline to my heart.

But things went wrong, and you slipped away.

I hold onto memories, fragments of our love.

Each message, a bittersweet echo.

I miss your presence, your laughter.

Now, I’m lost, adrift without you.

Every day, I wish, for your return.

Take care, my love, you are my heart.

Come back, I’m incomplete without you....

I remember being in sixth grade, hearing that some girl named Hallie thought I was annoying.

Said I talked about mental health too much.

I can’t say I know why I did it.

I was anxious back then,

But it would still be another few months before I had my first break.

And after that first break,

I still talked a bit about it.

Not as much though.

Maybe I just wanted it to feel more normal.

And then th...