I remember it like it happened yesterday even though it actually happened 8 years ago. I was 10 years old--almost--and I was scared. It had been almost 2 years since the Zoo and Stepmonster was having fun reliving that fateful day. I waited until I knew h...
little angel with the blonde curls and blue pools little angel an innocence unscathed little angel... Ignorance is Bliss. little angel so kind little angel so polite little angel abused, Yet I've never seen a bruise... but i'm not ignorant. the worst thi...
Kiara, the character speaking in this particular poem, is very, very mentally unstable. She is extremely depressed and the poem may trigger if you have a history of self-harm, or you have severe depression. If you do not wish to read such material, turn a...
Depression is the fear of never being good enough. Depression is curling into a ball against the wall and not being able to breathe while you don't sob. Depression is being afraid to ever be single, because you don't believe you'll ever find someone else....
i'm fine you want me to let her go? she's my friend my only friend she's helping me be skinny skinny beautiful fat ugly * help me she won't let go help me i'm stuck help me she's killing me * no i'm fine i'm okay i'm winning no longer a failure * (("so ju...
Eyes open to the sky, Rain pours down like tears from clouds dark as night like my eyes.Hair is drenched, Clothes are torn, but I am so alive even as I die.Tossed out on the curb, The cold is my only friend, freezing my heart slowing my mind.Voices stop s...
I lay on my bed, still in my back-from-the-hospital garb. Doc Davies' instructions were "no strenuous or overly stressful activity for a few weeks, okay Missy?" I just kind of nodded and kept my snarky (and honestly rather bitchy considering how kind he's...
She weighs herself in the morning. It is part of her routine: wake up at 5am, weigh yourself, look in the mirror, shower and get dressed. The scale says 90lbs."No way! I haven't eaten more than lettuce and water all week, how can I still be so fat?!"She l...
Ah, what is that bright light? …Where am I? My eyes open to white walls and Mother staring down at me. Her eyes are cold, like always, but as my eyes flutter open she puts on a forced cheerful smile—showing me there’s someone else in the room and that I...
“Thank you.” It’s a whisper and from right behind me. I turn to find Evangeline walking away from the kid whose locker is to my left. Adam… And he was talking to Ange? Why? “Philena—” I shut my locker and turn to him. My eyes, though dull in color, burn w...
I don’t head home; I just head to another park. This one’s even farther from where Evangeline lives, so there’s no way she’ll follow me here and, even if this park is closer to home, there’s no way my “parents” will find me… it’s the weekend, they never l...
Ange kisses up my neck, nibbling a little as she does so, and I know she feels me squirm. “Why what, Phi-Phi?” “Please don’t call me that. Just call me Philena.” We walk over to the table I was at and sit down next to each other. I set down the painting I...
Weekends at the house aren’t normal weekends where the teenager sleeps in and the parents leave her alone, then tease her with, “Oh my gosh, it’s alive!” when she finally wakes up around noon or one in the afternoon. No, weekends here I get up at about 7:...
Little box on the ground,Broken box,will you ever be found? Inside me,you sit and waitBut it's so dark herelost forever, sadly, is your fate. I cannot find youI cannot seeI cannot findthis box; the old me. You are lost,you'll never be foundso get comforta...
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