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No one had known and no one had seen. She was covered only in sterilized, cauterized wounds and somehow that made them less guilty, less damned, than she was for leaving a world that she wasn't needed in. Hated. Ignored. Alone. Terrified. Used. a Sacrifice. 

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Sometimes I wonder... If people would care if I decided I wasn't skinny enough, or I wasn't smart enough or if I just wasn't good enough... Would you care if I... lost so much weight I was nothing but skin and bones? gave up because I obviously am too stupid? slit my wrists jumped grabbed a gun popped some pills drove too fast went down... and didn't come back up? What the fuck isP E R F E C Tanyway?

Over the Hills and Far Away, Alyssa Lies to her friends, says the bruise is from a game, she was the Hero with all the Courage, her younger brother the victim. Her friends, with their little-kid imagination, ask what it feels like to fly. Her answer is that it feels Much Like Falling, but Better because you're saving someone. That night In The Dark though, she wishes she could be Anywhere But Here, and bring her brother w...

Heaven's angels can wait. I know now- I'm notready to die yet.I know I'm bleedingout, but how did my wrists getslit? It's all over me...The blood is... it iseverywhere. All around me-shallow pools of red.But there is a knock-at the door. Who could be there-at my bathroom door?"Sweetheart, are you o-kay?" he says softly through the door. Opens it so slow-ly, like it will breakif he goes faster. He staresat me, lost in theb...

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It's that moment where everything is still and silent in your house. It should be pitch black in your room, but it isn't because of the light you keep on in case of bad nightmares. You look up at the ceiling and wonder if you'll fall asleep tonight. It's 2 am, you're in bed, you're comfortable, but your eyes will not shut. Your thoughts take over instead, you think of that musing you posted, how everyone was so sweet. You...

Standing on her doorstep, an armed man with blood on his hands,  he whispers he needs a place to stay- he didn't do it, but the police are on their way. She looks out, looking for neighbors, when there are none, she pulls him in,  he flashes a smile, then slices a knife, he sees the red on white, staining her porcelain skin. Her eyes dull, dying as she does, floating above her are ghosts, she joins them, he runs out the d...

Sometimes I wanted to cut. I wanted to cut so deep I felt no more and needed no more. And sometimes I wanted to cut so deep I lived no more, but I didn't. I know now that's because I was strong- not saying others are weak, because they aren't- but at the the time I thought I was being weak. I thought because I wanted to numb the pain with physical pain and I couldn't that I was idiotic and stupid and weak. I thought fear...

You can't be a writer without at least asking once- what is love? Philosophers and Scientists- and hell, even Psychologists!- have been at it for years. Philosophers, well, who ever knows what they think, scientists figure it ties with our instinct to mate and psychologists kind of go with scientists and their own psycho-mumbo-jumbo. (I'm allowed, I was in psychology... it's not all psycho-mumbo-jumbo). But what- if I can...

***I want to add something, as an edit, because it has been brought to my attention by a friend on here that this prose-poem could be taken badly. I do not mean, at all that people with manic depression (bipolar disorder) are bad people or should be held accountable for, or punished for, their actions while off meds. I realize it is not their fault. The child in this prose-poem, however, is in the five to ten age range (I...

To be called Kitten, his Kitten- it's not just a pet name, it's not an ownership thing It's a love thing It's a cute thing It's a couple thing It's an unexplainable-feelings thing. I feel protected treasured safe secure comfortable visible beautiful. I feel loved when he calls me his Kitten. Which is why he'll always be my K i t t y