Memories
I remember the days when I was younger
that should be of sunny days, kites, and adventure
but that's not the case.
I remember being dragged by my fingernails against splintery wooden flooring
from underneath my bed
to be hit over and over again by fists bigger than my head
and kicked by feet bigger than my stomach
I remember being thrown out of my bed at 3 AM when I was 9 every day
I remember being locked out of the house all night, drenched in coffee in the middle of January and to be let in the next morning to get ready for school
I remember etching kanji into my skin till it bled because I wanted to go to bed by 1 AM
and not understanding when other kids at my school complained about bed time
I remember telling my friend how I got a bruise
and how it was 'just for attention' and how my mother found out
and how harshly I was punished
and how I kept my mouth shut from then on
My first sleeping disorder at 9
My first suicidal thought at 10
I remember my first real friend
Who commit suicide because she couldn't take it anymore
And left a note only 3 words long
I studied so hard to leave for college at 16
I try so hard to be ok
But sometimes it's impossible to be ok
Because I remember
You
Your mind is so beautiful
So bright and intelligent and colorful
But so dark because you won't let yourself into the light
I can't bring you to the surface if you chain yourself down
I can only drown with you
Could the only reason you want me is because you're afraid to be lonely
Could anyone do
Is it just because I'm here
Even here, in the white light of the morning hitting off of the bedsheets
Is it just my body
I've given you everything I can
I don't know what else to do
I don't know how to help
Am I losing my mind?
You drain me of all emotions
And I feel as though I'm just a shell of a human being
You demand more and I'm trying so hard
I'm only human
I hurt
I break
The others have all left you
But I won't
Because I have faith in you
Apologize
some things don't change.
Every time I feel the ground shake
my heart drops
because even if it was ages ago
and I live across the state
I go back to being 14
and I'm afraid you'll burst through that door screaming.
It took me so long to stop flinching every time someone raised their hand around me
and it was so hard to explain why I was crying when all they did was pick up a pencil that was laying next to me.
It was hard to explain why I would walk into the school in tears
and to lie about my sprained ankle.
Now I've moved out at 16
and you look back on your actions
do you feel guilt
regret?
Is that why you act like how a dad should over the phone
and ask about my mental health
even though you were the one who originally destroyed it?
It wasn't the beatings
or how you would scream at me the entire way to school
or how you would put so much pressure on my test grades that I attempted to kill myself 3 times and counting
that hurt the most.
It's the fact that you never apologized.
Sociopath
You are obsessive
controlling
manipulative
crazy
cruel
you suffocate him and drive him in circles over and over again
and you still have the nerve to act the victim?
You throw tantrums
that leave bruises
you touch him even if he says "No"
you use those around him
to get to him
as if that was ok
If you thought no one would say anything
that you could continue this sociopathic waltz
you have another thing coming.
I have heard, and I am angry.
Expectations
Hands behind your back
Back straight
Head held high, but not too high,
Don't speak
Don't look
Show some skin, but hide all of it
Laugh pleasantly, but not too loudly
Have Double D's but a thigh gap
Lose weight but don't let me see your ribs
Do the impossible and don't get surgery
this is what it takes to get a husband.
A Dark Light
You always say "you are the light in my dark world"
because I'm smiling and laughing
and yelling conspicuous things
whereas you outwardly state your inner pessimistic thoughts
like "I should kill myself" and "I'm tired"
and I smile and try to cheer you up
but in reality I'm so much worse
so much more broken
Sometimes I question myself, who am I,
who smokes, drinks, and talks to much
and constantly thinks about jumping of a third balcony
and drinking that tub of bleach
but unlike you is silent
in the right to say
"Don't kill yourself"
"I'm sure things will get better"
to help someone else?
Your crazy ex is right
I'm no good for you
I'll only bring you down
because even if on the outside I'm always optimistic
inside I'm just scared
because unlike you I have no future,
I have a passion that I can never live
and a lover in the past I can never let go.
I have committed sins I can never repent for,
and I can never live without guilt.
You are too good for me,
and because I care about you I say this;
You should run far, far away from me
for even if you think I am your light; in reality I'm what will kill you in the end.
“Friend”
I trusted you.
You were my best friend.
How could you do this to me?
Just last week,
We had such great times
But look at us now.
Why, Because I didn't talk to you for two days?
Because you thought you could do better?
I'll tell you honey,
If you think that girl with the fake smile
that loves Drama and sex is better
than so be it.
My other friends will at least stand by me,
Now, when my mother is in the hospital in a foreign country
and my father is a mental wreck
and I am trying to survive.
If you think now is the time to abandon me,
then fine.
But I feel bad for the girl with the fake smile.