It was raining the first time I left my body. Mom left the house to be one with the storm. Her shirt was still stained with hot tea when she left, and the floor behind me was still covered in broken glass pieces. Mom had been far away from here again, yelling about Missed Opportunities […]
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She swallows the words as easy as the pills, the pills they hand out like candy, but still they don’t replace the void in her eyes. Her lips curl as she breaks into the smile that she’s so good at faking, that now doesn’t even take a thought, despite the sadness within her very soul […]
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Dear Self, I haven’t been writing for myself–excuse me, for you–ever since I met the people around my life: family, friends, loved ones, and that special someone. The idea of giving time to myself seemed useless; people needed me even more than I need myself. But time came, and I suddenly see myself slowly falling […]
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The things the butterfly sees; Are more than broken dreams. It sees the true desires; From this one and only liar. Sketched with colored pen; On this broken skin. The butterfly will never tell; Of the things it sees from hell. The host lies to herself; Pulls sweet silver from the shelf. The butterfly knows […]
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i have been a sufferer of depression since 2009, i used to be bullied for many different reasons, for the way i dressed, for the music i listened to, for my dreams of becoming a singer/actor, i just wanted to be known and to be liked, people used to bully me so much i used […]
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i. If it’s 2 A.M. and you’re trying to study for that algebra test you have tomorrow, but there is a lump in your throat from the tears you’re trying to stop, give yourself a break. Your mental health was, is, and will always be more important than a few extra marks on a test. […]
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Don’t you see? Your body sprouts out flowers from the crevices in which the demons broke you. The tallied marks that line your skin show such fears and troubles that consumed the life you were aching to leave behind. Darkness is exposed in your eyes — the eyes that witness the hell you wish you […]
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Twelve years old and I knew I was too much. . A body too much — a stomach that stretched and stuck, and a waist left red, dented, stinging after a day in jeans. A brain too much — a thought process that took flight without permission and dropped rogue missiles of ideas in phone […]
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It’s summertime: time to break out the tank tops and shorts! I stand apprehensive at my closet, looking in. My heart thuds, sending my blood pulsing to the scars I so desperately try to hide on my legs. I’ve never worn “short shorts” before. My standard has always been that my shorts have to be […]
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