"trying not to sh"
17, Guatemalan, living in the US, single, pan
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Her heart was riddled with bullets. Her back had been stabbed too many times to count. Her skull was hollow, Her mind empty. Her rib cage visible to the world, but no heart for her brittle bones to protect. Her eyes were turned to oceans of tears, turning her blind. Her feet were stuck with nails, leaving bloody footprints everywhere she walked. Her mouth stitched together to keep her from screami... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
I wish I could make my pain pretty maybe put it to a melody or a watercolor painting so people would notice I wish I could make my pain pretty I could cry glitter and bleed sticky sweet syrup instead of falling on the ground in pain, I could pirouette to outer space so that people would notice I wish I could make my pain pretty make some jokes and sound witty metaphors or similes or p » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
its always her but never me and I don't know why ill never be enough for you or for any of your expectations because I'm full of empty promises or are they empty threats? » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
will you reach your hand out to me as I sink slowly into this quicksand of my head will you reach your hand out to me as I drown in my own blood because I’ll bleed and bleed and ill bleed till I'm dead will you reach your hand out to me as I starve until I am nothing more then skin and bone a skeleton just like the ones in my closet will you reach your hand to me as I » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
and now, I shatter like glass on pavement. a vase with wilted flowers fractured into a million pieces pick me up as you mix blood and water like the pink of my petals the magenta of my flesh and the purple of the bruises you left » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
last night I realized that I've begun to feel comfortable with the pain. I'm not sure when it started but every day is the same a set routine of hurt that I've gotten so used to that I don't really remember what it feels like to smile. I guess I've felt like that for a lot more than a while it has become muscle memory to be numb, don't feel anything because if people see what’s really going on in ... » Continue Reading
Category: Friends
hello everyone have a great day friend me if you want i would love to talk » Continue Reading
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