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how to self harmBefore you self harm in any way, you should probably know what you're getting into.Before you make that cut, please keep in mind that you will find the pain release and blood strangely addictive. You may think to yourself that you'll be able to control it, that you won't let it get out of hand. You may think that you can just stick to a few small, shallow cuts here and there that won't be deep and that will heal quickly and easily.But you're wrong.You can't control it, it's impossible to control. It controls you. It's an addiction.The cuts will get deeper, they'll scar. They'll take weeks to months to heal and years for the scars to actually begin to fade. You'll find that soon, you depend on it. You can't go more than a few days without cutting. You'll go crazy as your skin itches and burns, your hands shake, your head pounds, your vision goes blurry as you try to keep your mind off of it, try to hold back from giving in. But you will. If you think you can limit the cuts to just one a
StrengthKeep your head down.
Maybe the monsters won't find you.
don't make eye contact.
Hopefully they won't see you.
Don't show emotion.
Try not to cry.
That will just encourage them.
They don't deserve your agony.
Low WordsSome things are buried deep underground.
Fossils, time capsules, people.
Some things and some people are in the time-capsules
of my memory encased in stainless steel
with a capricious lock:
weak, strong, neither here nor there.
They are just words, like the ones I type
onto computer keyboards and hope make sense to
They will show you a mirror and tell you
your thousands of hair follicles don't reflect
light like they ought to, or your skin is wan
and maybe just a little collagen and black will
make you look dazzling.
They will show you the scales and say 'just a little
more, maybe?' and every quiver, twitch, habit of yours
is under scrutiny.
'Don't listen to what they say, you're fine.'
But you or I are slouched in a ricketty desk-chair saying
'that's all well and good, but pretty bells and whistles are only that'
until you see exoskeletons of people you once played tag with
and saw as comrades five, seven years ago:
now lighting up another joint
Stand aloneA girl stands,
Alone and weak
As insults rain down
Across her rosy cheeks
Staining once pure skin
Is a knife to her heart.
Just kill yourself
No one would care
Silently she moves
Their taunting words
Haunting her every move
Where are you going?
Oh wait it doesn't matter
No one would love a bitch like you.
When she gets home,
Her mother doesn't ask
How she is
She goes to her room,
Cries more than she ever has before
And wishes for her life to end
As she falls asleep
She prays for some escape
From her personal hell.
Then she awakens the next day
To begin it all over again
Who would ever love a girl like her?
Am I Falling in Love Again
Is it this a curse or a blessing?
Should I cower from it or embrace it?
Is the joy, the pure bliss,
Really worth the trouble, the worry of being hurt?
The question lingers over my head day after day:
Will I get hurt again?
The love is there,
So tempting, so disarming,
The deepest part of my heart wants to reach out to it,
To relieve myself of this burden on my shoulders,
Because I know it will go away
Once I invite love into my heart.
I remember the feeling of love,
How I would be soaring above the clouds at every touch,
Every sight of him,
And I knew that he was there for me.
I think I'm in love,
Because I can't get over the sight of him.
I think he's right for me
Because he understands me.
I think he's my knight in shining armor
Because my heart quickens when I see him.
This all lures me in
To be held in the hands of love once more,
Yet I think,
Is my heart playing a trick on me?
Is this real?
Is this worth it?
Deep in my mind,
Doubt clouds my judgement,
Learning To TrustTell me a story about your life
And I'll tell you mine
Give me a reason not to lie
So I'll tell you the truth, next time
Whisper a secret in my ear
And I'll tell you a tale
Forgive me but this is my fear
I despise talking in detail
Give me a reason not to scream
And I'll tell you why it hurts
It's like acid in my bloodstream
This terror of being attached
Sorry if I ask for too much
For I am still learning
How to Trust
*Ideas we set in ink
Do not mirror reality.
No matter how hard we think,
Our words are not actuality.
In writing, all that one can do
Is wish upon an asterisk
And hope that wish comes true.
My Argument for Same Sex MarriageSame-sex marriage is a polarized issue that many Americans fear will result in economic, legal, and social repercussions. Gay Marriage has an extensive history in cultures around the world beginning in ancient times and still causes controversy today. However, there is much research showing the long and short term benefits gay marriage has on society. Many people are still uninformed about the history, psychology and sociological effects of one of the greatest debates in modern history.
Same-sex marriage has its roots in the very beginning of recorded civilization, beginning with Africa. Within African tribal society, barren women would often take other women to be their brides. These 'female husbands' were granted the full rights of a male husband, including damages should the wife share sexual intimacy outside of the marriage. In Egyptian and Mesopotamian cultures, homosexual marriages were recognized as law; proof of this can be
losing my religionyou're making me lose my faith
those who claim they believe
in the same God as me
He is all-loving, His son respected everyone
and that's how we're supposed to be
yet you judge so quickly
those who love someone of the same gender
those with different skin color
those who have different beliefs
when did you become so perfect?
you say you believe in the same God as me
Well it's about time you prove it
you're making me question my faith
you who say 'there is no God' or 'prove it'
over and over again
maybe I can't prove He exists
but can you prove He doesn't?
let everyone believe what they want
and respect those who respect you
ignore this, bthis is exactly what
is supposed to happen,
no miles-long limbs
holding back like ropes,
to our own
but jealous hearts
i am a sad bird,
hollow bones weighed down
with melancholy envy,
and heavy air.
i am not in love,
i say, and i am right.
but that does not mean
that i don't love you.
that does not mean
that no unhappy numbers
and shapes will slip
into my mind, broken slumber
and blue sleep.
tonight i will dream
of paphian entanglements
and sweet sorrows
slipping in to contrast.
i am sorry.
i am envy incarnate,
a green eyed monster,
and tell me,
loved a monster?
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