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 he was asleep, and then pulled out the duffel I had slowly been packing for the past month, stealing chips, bread and unopened Peanut Butter. I'd even managed a couple qua...

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 things happen behind closed doors and Hiding is Secret's best friend. little angel. I hope I never see a child-sized casket. little angel... I hope I am not too late to save...

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 away now. I am not joking or exaggerating when I say that this poem is very harsh, very realistic, and extremely triggering. I am also not joking (or being a hypocrite bec...

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. Depression is needing just someone to care enough to be the person who makes you not-single. Depression is self-hatred. Depression is self-deprecating. Depression is def...

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 just be a good girl and please follow my rules don't forget i'm taking over transparent is what you'll be in no time...")) * she doesn't let go she won't let go I was her f...

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 shouting, Punches stop coming, memories disappear the bruises will too.This pain will not be here for long, This ache will evanesce, as I am welcomed into Heaven by a Deit...

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 been) reply to myself, walking out into the (not-so-) welcoming arms of Mother. She played the role of Mommy very well until we got into the car. Now she's Mother again...

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 looks in the mirror and it's even worse than she thought. All she sees is globs of fat hanging off of her, jiggling when she pokes it, and tears stream down her boney chee...

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 should put on my I love you, Mommy act. “Philena… gave us quite a scare, you did.” She brushes my hair back and for a second, I let myself relax at her caring hand on my...

“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 with an emotion I shall label as fury. “Don’t. Whatever she told you, it was probably a lie. We’re exes and exes lie. So shut up and leave it alone.” I try to stalk off pi...

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 leave the house on the weekend. Unless, of course, they run out of their stash. But that doesn't happen often, so I’m not all that worried. I sit myself down on a swing, m...

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’ve just finished and I hear her gasp. “Why did you leave? Why did you bully me? Why are you coming back?” I blink quickly and look up at her to see her staring at the pa...

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 7:30 in the morning, take a quick shower, get dressed in cover-ups and start walking. I don’t exactly walk anywhere in particular, but I bring my backpack with food (a coup...

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 comfortablethere on the ground. But I suppose, it's not that bad,My friends- we are closeand I have memories- the best to be had. 

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