There's this part of me that knows
I don't really want to get better
I'm too used to this feeling
of emptiness
The truth is
I don't know how to be anything
but broken
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There's this part of me that knows
I don't really want to get better
I'm too used to this feeling
of emptiness
The truth is
I don't know how to be anything
but broken
The Day I Got Into Yale
The moment I got into Yale, I went numb.
My mom tapped me on the shoulder and said, "you got in by the way."
Because I wasn't saying anything.
I wasn't doing anything.
I just sat there, staring blankly at the screen.
My sister screamed and ran across the room.
My dad cheered.
My mom hugged me.
The world celebrated all around me.
And yet, I sat there, at the center of it all, completely and utterly numb.
Because for some reason, I wasn't happy.
I was just empty.
I should have been happy.
Logically, I knew that.
I thought I was going to be happy.
I wanted to be happy.
But I just wasn't
And so, the day I got into Yale became the day the last piece of me broke.
The day I got into Yale became the day I realized I was never going to be happy.
i'm falling and i don't know if i'm ever going to stop i'm falling and i don't know if i want to land safely or crash into a thousand pieces and finally be free
A trail of red A razor on the floor And a broken girl
he used me
forgot i was a person
made me an object
made me his closing argument
at 9
sleep stopped coming
at 10
blood started running
and at 11
the tears stopped falling
21 Days
In 21 days I turn 19.
I'll officially have made it past eighteen.
A feat I believed impossible ten years ago.
But in those ten years,
I have learned how to control the world around me.
How to ensure everything is in its place so that the voices in my head don't seem so loud.
As long as I'm distracted, as long as everything is exactly the way its supposed to be.
I can survive.
And so,
In 21 days I turn 19.
And yet, I find myself sitting at my desk staring out the window, terrified.
Terrified that this is going to be the rest of my life.
Controlling the world around me cause I can't control the world inside me.
In 21 days it will have been ten years since the first cut.
The scars from those fateful slashes at 1 am on the bathroom floor have long since faded.
But their echoes, their shadows, their legacies are always present.
In 21 days i turn 19.
and for some reason this feel significant.
In 21 days I turn 19.
And yet I wish I wasn't
I think I lost something
When I was younger
I lost it
Or I broke it
And it’s never been fixed
And it’s never been found
And I’m never going to be like everyone else
Because I don’t have it
I think I lost something when I was younger
When I first broke
I lost something
And it left me a different person
And I desperately want to get it back
So I can be the girl I was
The girl who was happy
21 days before I turned 18.
He broke me.
21 days before I turned 17.
She was raped.
21 days before I turn 19.
I crumble.
it's 1 am
and a girl sits
on the bathroom floor
staring at the razor in her hand
knowing
this is one decision
she can't ever come back from
she's only 8 years old
and she knows
this one decision
will come to define her life
but slowly
she drags the razor across her skin
she watches the blood drip
and nothing was ever the same
i told you i was broken i warned you if you couldn't handle the pain that threatens me then you shouldn't have stayed at all if you couldn't handle loving me broken pieces and all then you shouldn't have loved me at all because your leaving me more broken than i was before
S.R.
i’m not sad at least not in the way I once was but i’m not happy either i can smile and laugh throughout the day but then there will be times when i suddenly feel nothing it’s like my whole body just goes numb and i’m left completely and utterly empty
S.R.
when did the girl with the dead eyes and the empty smile become the girl staring back at me
S.R.
I feel like I'm breaking and I don't know how to stop it and I'm terrified that I'm going to wake up one morning unable to survive
S.R.
I paint a smile on my face and laugh when expected but all I want is to scream and cry and break because I'm not okay
S.R.
i watch a movie of the girl who is smart and kind who smiles and laughs and acts the perfect illusion i sit down and realize the illusion is mine
S.R.