Cuts

You know that feeling when you want to do it?

But you haven’t done it in so long

You cant

But you have to

But you wont

You’re afraid of what they will think

Your friends

And then you count them and realize…

You don’t have many

And they don’t care

And then you think…

And you don’t care either

For life or hope

And then you count the reasons you are on either

And you cant come up with many

So you start to cry and dig your nails

Dig deep into that thick skin

As if you could pretend in your mind for just a little bit

That those nails, they were a knife

That those scratches, they were taking your life

And those tears, they were just a reminder that he was worth every drop of blood

And then you open back up your eyes and see…

Nothing has changed

And you are still living

Your arms are not harmed and he is still not there with you

So you start to cry more

And slowly your every breath gets shorter and shorter

And then all you can see is black

Dark black

In the darkness of the night you slowly lay your temperate body on top of mine.

Our tongues intertwine and slowly our DNA begins to conversant.

Buttons fly across the room and the moist feeling gets deeper.

Profound pictures are snapped as the screams get louder

Subterranean penetration, faster and faster and faster

Until…..

Ahhhhhh

Done

Damn sun caught me in the dark.
Aint’ got no excuse but out here goin’ slow at eighty.
Traveled too far to go back now.
But the pen has become my rehab
And the air is my freedom.
It’s a lifestyle and you can’t ever turn back on those.
But from here you just gotta keep goin’ and hold your all.
You must never turn back on your own paved path.
Love thy every small detail and don’t let no one get in the way of you and your dreams.

Mental Truth

I am sad
I am crazy
I am psycho
I am depressed
I am mental
I cut
I drink
I bleed
I love
I live
I die
I cry
I am myself
I am the truth
I am reality
I am not normal
I am stupid
I am Depression

That One Girl

Once upon a time there was a girl.
She went to school everyday
she smiled at her teachers and did all of her work
When she was home she replied yes to the consistently asked question
"Are you happy"?
But when she entered her room
The different world
The world in witch she could truly be her
Release all the pain that had been bottled up
The girl cut and she drank
In her world she cried and overdosed
She screamed and she starved
She went purple and she damaged
Her strength was herself
For all the pain she overcame
When she looks back at the days
She realizes that she lost
But she didn’t loose the lesson
Burses fade farther but the pain remains the same.
But she looks back at yesterday,
And she's ok
And just like and illness, the world was cured
Transformed for a mother fucking hell into a wonderland
And evolution is yet the strongest part of this tale
Girl overcame the impossible
That girl was strong
That girl loved life
That girl was nice to all
That girl lived the real way
That girl was me

Yupp Thats Me

Damn sun caught me in the dark.
Aint’ got no excuse but out here goin’ slow at eighty.
Traveled too far to go back now.
But the pen has become my rehab
And the air is my freedom.
It’s a lifestyle and you can’t ever turn back on those.
But from here you just gotta keep goin’ and hold your all.
You must never turn back on your own paved path.
Love thy every small detail and don’t let no one get in the way of you and your dreams.

Reflection

During my middle school career I have always loved to write. I would do it as an outlet for my overpowered emotions. I am not too good at writing shortstories and I am not too fond of essays, but the thing I love it Poems. In just my 8Th grade year I have wrote a minimum of 8 pages worth of poems, and write about two a week. I think it would be sorta interesting to be a published author when I am older but for now I will just stick to typing them and then printing them out to hang on my walls.