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It's become a drug. I see the type of person you are, Reflected in a million fun house mirrors. Some have lighter hair, some have brighter eyes. No matter what they look like, their personality matches. Perfectly. And I feel my rib cage expand with the love that grew in me, A weed twisting around my heart and wrapping up my lungs. Soon I won't be able to breathe. Hopefully I suffocate soon.
We haven't even tasted life and yet a good amount of us wish we were buried and nailed shut in a coffin. It's bullshit. We were told that our friends, family and education was important and that it would be good for us. All we can see is the ever encroaching darkness, the shadows that overpower our minds until we succumb. We aren't the only kids who feel this, there are so many more who have actually gone through. They broke every bullshit rule laid down. They pretended that they had wings as they stepped off the bridge. They pretended they were a prom dress as they strung themselves up in their closet. They made bracelets on their wrists laid down to sleep. It scares me, and each day I wonder if someone I know is going to break down their walls and try to fly, or think that the only beauty they hold is if they hang with the fabrics of high school.
Wouldn't it be easier if my insides were machines that ran on an autopilot? Then maybe I could finally delete you from my system
For a moment I was stunned, looking around the room of family. Each head nodded in agreement to what my uncle had said, knowing eyes met mine with a hidden joke. “Teenage years, this is the worst point in your whole life.” I was stunned as his words moved round in my head, catching on gears as...
Look at how wrong I was...
When...
When it's all over, the battles lost or won, will you stand by me? When all of our words have turned into drifting ash in this crimson world of horror, will you comfort me? Even as you stand alone and angry , cursing all the metals of the earth as you place a dead flower by my cheek, will you still love me? When there is nothing but dust, and my name has been worn from the existence if time, will you remember me? When you finally realize what your mistake was, what you did wrong, will you forgive me? After all, I told you that there were battles I could not win alone, and still you abandoned me. But now you finally understand how I felt. Because while I finally find my peace, six feet under in a rotting corpse, you are discovering hell. And your burning and rotting soul can't save you from the tears that stain the bedspread we once shared.
I'm melting into emotions, use me as water colors and destroy the paper that held our tragic story and make it beautiful again
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It's sad. It really is, I thought you were the one person who got me. Who saw my emotions for what they really were. Now, all I know is that you exploited them. You made me believe in something unattainable. Something that I knew would never be achieved. But I listened to you, I listen to the songs you gave me. I listen on repeat the words that you spoke, the brutal honesty in which you shared with me. But now I'm alone again. And I listen to your music and wonder if you even remember me, the way I'm thinking of you.
I'm already drowning and the water hasn't yet become wavy.
Your actions and words are thousands of bullets, you aim them towards my vitals and keep pulling the trigger. You see them hit and give a cry for victory, but you don't see me being torn apart, you see me crying out with you, because no matter what you take out of me as long as it gives you a smile I will give it to you.
It's far better to be outstanding and remain unseen than to be pathetic and be visible to the world.
She wears so many masks she's forgotten her own face.
Depression
Its sitting in the dark, abandoned even by the stars and the moon. That's what it feels like, It's being in a room of colors and seeing nothing but shadows. It's being alone with Death's advocate. It's having an alluring blade at your throat, holding unspeakable promises. It's have a personal sniper behind you shooting any hope that comes close. It's murky water, clouding the senses till it's impossible to see, hear, scream. It's rocks tied to ankles and chains around throats. It's the gleam of destruction. And it's impossible to escape.
Chess
I am nothing more than the last pawn. I am maneuvered and manipulated across the board. Black is good, white is evil. White is good, black is evil. Lies and secrets weave along the checkered pattern. The rules in this game have become to complicated to understand. My king on one end, my queen on the other. Together my sisters and brothers and I are shoved around to lay blows on the opposing team. It's never ending war with this board. Now I'm just waiting to get knocked off.
Friendship
Friendship is a flat tire on a bicycle, Halfway up a hill, that suddenly becomes a mountain as you push up the compromised contraption. Swearing and sweating you push it awkwardly until your companion stops ahead and looks back at you. You wave back, gesturing for them to continue on. They ignore you and drift back down the hill, stopping beside you and getting off their own bike. You give them a questioning look and they shrug before pushing their bike up beside yours. You can't help but give a small smile as the two of you continue on your journey, Together.
Insanity
What must insanity feel like as it slowly takes over? Is it a fast snap, letting go of a damn, Rushing water flooding into the brain, shorting out the hard drive? Or is it painfully slow, moving a boulder up a cliff, Feeling every aching step, every painful movement. Will we ever know? Or do we already experience it.
Here's to the 'Worst' Times
For a moment I was stunned, looking around the room of family. Each head nodded in agreement to what my uncle had said, knowing eyes met mine with a hidden joke. "Teenage years, this is the worst point in your whole life." I was stunned as his words moved round in my head, catching on gears as I dug for more of a meaning. How is this the worst time in my life? This is time for late night confessions, for bright fires with cackling embers flying into laps. This is the beginning of freedom, of feeling free going down an empty road. This is the time of music blasting from speakers, of concerts and cries of joy. This is the time of love and friendship, of arguing the right way to hold hands, of screams filled with laughter. So here's to now, here's to these moments. Here's to the 'worst time' of my life.